About ten minutes or so.
Zhang Xiaohao and his two companions, led by Murong Baiyun, arrived in a luxurious private box.
The four sat down on the sofa, while Murong Baiyun’s bodyguards stood respectfully behind him.
"Please take a look, my friend!" Murong Baiyun said with a smile.
Picking up the remote control on the table, he casually turned on the large screen on the wall.
The screen flicked on to reveal a huge gladiator arena.
The arena was shaped like a pyramid, ascending level by level.
At the very bottom of the arena, in the center, stood a scantily clad female referee.
On either side of the arena, two fierce-looking brutes sat on the ground, glaring at each other with murderous intent.
"Is this the gladiator arena?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
"Yes!" Murong Baiyun smiled and nodded, explaining.
"Friend, do you see the red, blue, and white options on either side of the big screen? If you have a preference for one side, you can just pick up the remote control next to you and place your bet!"
"Really? What are the odds?" Zhang Xiaohao inquired.
"The betting battles here are all above board, unlike the hidden manipulations in casinos! The odds, naturally, are not as high as in casinos! Red stands for the left side winning, blue stands for the right side winning, and white stands for a draw. If you bet on either red or blue, the odds are two to one, and betting on white gives you odds of five to one!" Murong Baiyun explained with a smile.
"What about the remarks below?" Zhang Xiaohao asked again.
"The remarks below represent their track records, introductions to their strengths, and various pieces of information," Murong Baiyun responded with a smile.
"How long until the match starts?" Zhang Xiaohao pondered, then asked.
"There is a half-hour break between each match, continuing until eight o’clock the next morning," Murong Baiyun introduced.
"Hmm," Zhang Xiaohao nodded.
"What’s the maximum bet I can place?" Zhang Xiaohao inquired.
"You can bet as much as you want, with no limit! As long as you have the money, I, Yinuo Qianjin, dare to take it. Of course, if we find out that you’re deliberately cheating, the consequences will be very grim," Murong Baiyun declared.
"Hmm," Zhang Xiaohao nodded.
He picked up a virtual remote controller the size of a palm, which was more of a virtual tablet than a remote control.
"So I just enter the amount on this?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
"Yes," Murong Baiyun nodded.
Zhang Xiaohao took out all the checks he had extorted earlier from his pocket.
"How can I exchange these two checks for two hundred million dollars?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
"How about this, my friend, I’ll round up the two checks for two hundred million dollars, along with 22 billion RMB, to an even thirty billion for you, how’s that?" Murong Baiyun said with a smile.
Inside, he sneered, Hmph! Daring to extort money from me. This time I am going to win it all back with interest, making you lose everything down to your underwear.
"Hmm, that’s fine," Zhang Xiaohao nodded.
Casually tapping a few times on the tablet, he entered the amount of thirty billion and placed it all on the button for a draw.
"Ah! Honey, are you betting that much? What if we lose?"
"Yeah, Zhang Xiaohao, a small gamble for fun, a big gamble hurts the body, better to bet less!"
Zhao Ling’er and Zhou Yating hurriedly advised.
"Can I still change it now?" Zhang Xiaohao intentionally asked.
"Sigh! Emotionally, I wholeheartedly approve, but there are rules in every business: once you buy, you can’t deny. We all are people from the Jianghu, so we must follow the necessary rules," Murong Baiyun said, feigning difficulty.
"If that’s the case, then forget it! I don’t believe my luck could be this bad, a one in three chance and still miss!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Honey, now you’re definitely going to lose. See that bare-chested, one-eyed big fellow on the left? He looks like quite the fighter! Taking down that pretty boy opposite him would be like playing a game," Zhao Ling’er said anxiously.
"I worshiped the God of Wealth before I left the house today, and the God of Wealth told me I have good luck today! Bet boldly and recklessly, just as my whim dictates! Guaranteed to count money until my hands cramp," Zhang Xiaohao said.
"My friend truly has a spirited personality! I admire that!" Murong Baiyun praised. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝗂𝗋𝖾⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥
"Hehe," Zhang Xiaohao chuckled.
He handed the tablet over to Zhao Ling’er.
"You better record this well! Today, I’m only betting on ties, nothing else! Yeah, the God of Wealth told me to bet on ties only, no matter how much money I win later, you’re not allowed to bet on anything else, only ties! If you dare decide on your own, you know the consequences!" Zhang Xiaohao said seriously.
"Ah! Honey, are you really going to bet on all ties? This is kind of scary," Zhao Ling’er said timidly.
"Yes, all on ties. Don’t bother me if it’s not necessary, and don’t bother me even if it is! Got it? Whoever dares to disturb me will face all of my wrath!" Zhang Xiaohao said earnestly.
In the end, his gaze intentionally fell on Murong Baiyun.
"Honey, then what are you going to do?" Zhao Ling’er asked.
"Haha! A powerful person like me naturally needs to sleep!" Zhang Xiaohao said seriously.
After speaking, he flung himself onto the couch, resting his head on Zhao Ling’er’s lap and kicked off his shoes, lifting his legs onto Zhou Yating’s.
"Zhang Xiaohao, you bastard! You wait and see. If you lose all this money tonight, hmph! Even if I have to face your punishment, I will tell Sister Tianxue that you’re squandering money!" Zhou Yating said angrily.
Zhang Xiaohao chuckled inwardly, Are you kidding? How could I lose? That’s impossible.
"Ladies, Brother Zhang has already fallen asleep, so let’s not disturb his rest," Murong Baiyun said with a smile.
Inside, however, he sneered coldly, Hmph! Dare to take advantage of this young master, I’ll definitely take back everything with interest this time.
He watched the screen, eagerly awaiting the start of the match.
The match finally started again under the supervision of the beautiful referee.
Seeing this, Zhang Xiaohao’s heart lit up, he secretly thought, Here comes the money.
A vast Soul Power swept out without a sound, heading downward.
Moments later, the majestic Soul Power descended over the two contenders without alerting a single person.
He observed their fight closely at all times.
As time went on, their battle became increasingly fierce.
According to the rules of the arena, to leave alive, one person must fall, and another must step over their body, walking out safely.
If the fight drags on and there’s no winner after half an hour, both competitors are disqualified and will face the most severe, ruthless death.
This very element attracted countless rich tycoons and wealthy scions, firmly taking the money from their pockets.