Everyone turned their gazes towards Yang Cheng, eyes full of shock and mockery.
"This kid must have money burning a hole in his pocket, splurging it on that scrawny teenager. That's ten billion!"
"Isn't he just putting on a show? He'll probably regret it later and ask the club to refund him. That's so naive."
"I wonder whose son he is. If his father finds out, he'll definitely break his legs."
At this moment, the host's voice rang out: "A friendly reminder to everyone, once the bet is placed, no regrets. Please check and make sure everything is correct before submitting your bet."
"Hahaha! That kid must've bet wrong. He's really unlucky; the club has no refund policy, so he just has to accept it."
Amidst the sneers and strange looks from all around, Yang Cheng remained indifferent. From the beginning, he wanted to bet on Wu Ji.
Seeing Kong Lingwen looking nervous, Yang Cheng softly said, "I didn't bet wrong, don't worry. That kid will win."
