"Let's go." Han Zhan patted Luo Heng, who was still in a daze, and said.
As he spoke, he transferred some money to Luo Heng's account.
No more, no less, exactly two thousand life currency.
Luo Heng looked up, bewildered, at Han Zhan.
"At fifty-to-one odds, made a small profit," Han Zhan explained truthfully.
Luo Heng: "..."
"Didn't you say you don't gamble with lives?"
"Did I say that?" Han Zhan thought for a moment, then let out an "oh," "I said I don't gamble with my own life; betting on others' lives doesn't count."
Besides, upon seeing the sword in Luo Qiuhong's hand, Han Zhan, who already knew the outcome of the battle, had no reason not to place a bet.
"This money..." Luo Heng was a bit conflicted.
He had just given Han Zhan a hundred life currency, which wasn't a small sum for a toolman.
Unexpectedly, Han Zhan had quickly returned it with interest.
But Luo Heng couldn't refuse it.
Because two thousand life currency was even more substantial!
