Yang Qi looked at Tang Fei and said, "Mr. Tang, hurry up and tell me how to bet. I might make a fortune from this!"
Tang Fei was speechless. Was Yang Qi genuinely a fool, or just pretending to be? The others, however, were all looking at him, waiting for his opinion. Although Tang Fei was an ordinary person, he did have a good eye for things. For ordinary ring matches, his predictions were indeed very accurate. But if a Martial Artist appeared, his judgment wasn't good enough—a fact the others were unfortunately unaware of.
"Do we even need to ask this time? Anyone can see that we should bet on the Death Fighter. What can that girl possibly do?" This time, Tang Fei didn't even intend to trick Yang Qi. He figured any normal person would choose the Death Fighter, and surely Yang Qi wasn't foolish enough to fall for it.
"Right, what's that girl even doing up there? Is she looking to die?" Jiang Shan added.
