"Young Master Singer, think about it, that person from Dragon Country has thirty billion! That’s a terrifying figure. Even your family’s total assets are just two billion, right? Since he has come to our arena, he won’t be leaving easily! Today, I must make him cough up all thirty billion!
He’s a fat lamb waiting for us to slaughter. Before we slaughter him, shouldn’t we first attend to him? So you need to endure humiliation and bear the burden. Your family owns twenty percent of our arena’s shares!"
Upon hearing the arena supervisor’s words, Singer’s heart trembled suddenly, his heartbeat accelerated, and he showed an expression of excitement.
The arena supervisor continued, "Singer, think about it, once the thirty billion enters our arena, your family could get six billion in dividends, a whole six billion that you earned for your family! It’s all because of your endurance, and you are sure to become the clan leader in the future!"
What the arena supervisor said immediately stirred Singer. Indeed, the Singer family’s current glory has taken nearly a century to build up, and they only have two billion in assets, but he could increase his family’s assets by six billion. Wouldn’t he definitely become the clan leader in the future?
Thinking of this, Singer started to tremble with excitement, looking at the arena supervisor and said, "My lord supervisor, I understand your good intentions, but after that kid’s money is taken by us, you must help me get revenge. I want to personally torture that bastard to death, and his woman must be for my enjoyment too!"
The arena supervisor laughed heartily, "Don’t worry, I promise you!"
With the arena supervisor’s promise, Singer gave a knowing smile as if all his previous displeasure had vanished completely.
Just the thought that once Ye Feng’s thirty billion was harvested, his family would receive six billion, made Singer extremely excited, and he was overjoyed.
In a short while, Ye Feng and his companions received their membership cards and entered the arena together.
At this moment, the arena supervisor personally came to welcome Ye Feng and his companions.
Ye Feng and his companions sat directly in the best viewing position in the arena, and the arena supervisor was extremely humble, behaving like a servant in front of Ye Feng.
The people in the arena’s audience seats felt shocked; they couldn’t understand how a person from Dragon Country could receive such treatment, which was completely beyond their imagination.
Ye Feng looked toward the arena where two martial artists were in a frenzied fight using all their skills.
The arena supervisor, with a flattering expression, looked at Ye Feng and asked, "Honorable Mr. Ye, don’t you want to place a bet? Betting here can yield good returns. Some people can earn tens of millions in a day if they’re lucky. You should give it a try!"
Ye Feng calmly asked, "First, tell me about your combat mode here..."
The arena supervisor explained, "It’s : we have ordinary battles and life-and-death battles here. You can ask our fighters to compete, or you can personally enter the battle. By winning each match, you can earn a generous prize."
"Oh? Can I also go down to fight?" Ye Feng asked.
The arena supervisor nodded, "Of course you can, but Mr. Ye, you are of noble status; it’s unnecessary."
Ye Feng shook his head, "I haven’t fought in a while. It’s a good time to stretch my muscles, I’ll go up myself!"
"Are you sure?" Hearing Ye Feng’s words excited the arena supervisor.
If Ye Feng himself took the stage, he would have a lot of ways to take Ye Feng’s money.
"I’m sure!" Ye Feng nodded.
"Great! In that case, I’ll have the staff register you!" The arena supervisor showed a look of excitement in his eyes, and soon the arena staff arrived.
Normally, Ye Feng would need to register at the registration site, but Ye Feng seemed too lavish to them, so to siphon off his money, they naturally had to serve him well.
In no time, Ye Feng registered his information, and then the arena supervisor came over with a list.
The arena supervisor said, "Mr. Ye, here’s a list of all our fighters. You can choose the opponent you want to challenge. The stronger the opponent, the more substantial the reward, and the higher the betting limit!" Content originally comes from ɴovelfire.net
Ye Feng nodded, looked at the list of fighters, which was divided into C, B, A, and S levels.
Among them, C-level fighters were ordinary people. After reaching B-level, they were martial artists with External Force strength, and at A-level, the fighters had reached the Inner Strength rank.
Finally, there were the S-level fighters. The S-level were powerhouses of the Innate Realm.
The arena supervisor asked Ye Feng, "Mr. Ye, whom do you want to fight?"
Ye Feng then looked at the S-level fighters and pointed to one of them, "How about this one!"
Upon seeing Ye Feng’s choice, the arena supervisor furrowed his brow, "Mr. Ye Feng, are you sure?"
Ye Feng nodded, "Of course I’m sure. I can also bet on myself, right?"
"Of course, if you’re sure, I’ll arrange it for you. Be sure; normally, in our arena, you must at least defeat three A-level fighters to challenge an S-level opponent, but given your noble status, we can make an exception for you. However, once arranged, you cannot back out!" The arena supervisor said.
Ye Feng nodded, "I’m sure, go ahead and arrange it!"
At this moment, a trace of disdain flashed in the arena supervisor’s eyes, inwardly sneering, "Since you are seeking death, don’t blame me!"
In no time, the arena supervisor arranged the fighter for Ye Feng.
The supervisor stood respectfully in front of Ye Feng, eagerly asking, "Mr. Ye, you want to bet as well, right? How much do you wish to bet, so I can arrange it for you? Your victory odds are 1:2, and your opponent’s odds are 1.5."
"Just bet ten billion, it’s just a small game to begin with, so just ten billion..." Ye Feng said calmly.
"Ten billion!" Hearing Ye Feng’s words, the arena supervisor was stunned, looking at Ye Feng as if looking at a naive rookie.