As they were speaking, a group of people followed, led by a somewhat portly middle-aged man with a braid tied behind his head, accompanied by a coterie of bodyguards, their demeanor strict and disciplined.
"Mr. Chu, today I've placed a bet of fifty million, but I fear you don't dare to take it," the leading middle-aged man, short in stature with a face full of pockmarks, hence the nickname Liu Mazi from the Martial World.
"Damn it, Liu Mazi, I'm not afraid of you," Chu Feiwan stood up, locking eyes with the other man, their gazes sparking like electrified flint.
"Good, this is Jin Enzai that I have brought from Han Country, a fighting powerhouse. Don't you go crying later," Liu Mazi patted the shoulder of the man beside him, bursting into loud laughter.
Indeed, standing beside him was a giant of nearly one meter ninety, with muscles bulging like sculpted steel plates, and his eyes held a fierce and ruthless glint, clearly no easy opponent.
