His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"Bet on the tiger! Bet on the tiger!"

"We're also betting on the tiger."

Almost all the gamblers changed their minds and bet their chips on the tiger.

As a result, the odds have changed dramatically.

Seeing that Mo Sangyu showed no sign of backing down, a sinister smug glint flashed in the dealer's eyes.

This tiger was a rare breed that they had captured from the deep mountains and forests at great expense. It was extremely ferocious, and even three or five seventh-rank martial artists might not be able to take it down. Dealing with a wounded slave would be a matter of one or two bites.

However, this slave was indeed formidable, having never been defeated before. Now, in order to reclaim the 100,000 taels, they had no choice but to abandon him.

As for the others, they'll have to pay back the money they won in the same way they did!

"clang!"

The gong sounded, announcing the start of the animal fight.

The chained tiger was unchained, and on the other side, the chains binding the slave's hands and feet were also removed.

The tiger, which had been trapped for a long time, was already starving.

It let out a deafening roar and charged straight at the small figure in the center of the arena.

A chorus of gasps and excited shouts erupted from the surrounding area.

The slave stood still.

He slightly hunched his back, and his already fierce eyes now seemed to be burning with two eerie flames as he stared intently at the trajectory of the tiger's pounce.

When the tiger was about to charge, he did not retreat or dodge, but instead lunged forward in a near-suicidal manner.

He precisely dodged the tiger's mouth, his movements so fast that only a blur remained.

He slid down to the side of the tiger, and with all his might, bent his elbow and slammed it into the tiger's soft belly.

"Bang!"

A dull thud followed, accompanied by a tiger's angry roar of pain. The slave was thrown back by the powerful recoil, rolling several times on the ground, the sound of bones cracking coming from his arm.

He immediately gritted his teeth and got up, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his eyes becoming even more crazed.

Enraged, the tiger turned and pounced again, its sharp claws gleaming coldly.

The slave no longer confronted the attack head-on; instead, he began to dart and shift within the limited space, his movements unpredictable and swift, narrowly avoiding fatal attacks each time.

New wounds kept appearing on his body, dripping with blood, but he seemed to feel no pain. His eyes were only on the roaring beast and his instinct for survival.

If you want to live, you can't stop.

He would only have a chance of survival if he killed the tiger.

He took advantage of the gaps at the edge of the field and the tiger's turning movements to constantly look for opportunities.

Use the hardest parts of your body: head, elbows, and knees.

Even their teeth are used to attack the tiger's vulnerable spots such as its eyes, throat, and joints.

The battle was so fierce it was suffocating.

The slave was almost covered in blood, but he wouldn't fall. Like a stubborn rock, he was knocked away by the tiger time and time again, but he got up again and again. Every attack was carried with a resolute determination to perish together with the tiger.

Finally, in the brief moment when the tiger missed its target and revealed a weakness, the slave seized the opportunity, decisively lunged forward, and with his last bit of strength, gripped the tiger's vulnerable neck tightly with both hands.

He clung to the tiger's back, opened his mouth, and bit down hard without a second thought.

"roar!"

The tiger let out a mournful roar of pain, frantically shaking its body in an attempt to throw him off.

The slave's ten fingers dug deep into the tiger's skin, his teeth biting through the fur and flesh, and no matter how the tiger struggled and rolled, it would not let go.

The scalding tiger blood rushed into my mouth, carrying a strong, fishy smell.

His throat bobbed, and he swallowed it down.

The scene was bloody, brutal, and shocking.

The initial excited shouts in the arena were all stopped in shock by this scene.

Everyone stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the blood-soaked figure clinging to the tiger like a demon from hell.

The tiger's struggles gradually weakened.

Finally, the massive body crashed to the ground, twitched a few times, and then remained completely still.

The slave rolled off the tiger's carcass and lay in a pool of blood.

He was almost on his last breath.

But he was still alive, his eyes still open, staring at the noisy and blurry figures above.

Once again, they survived.

"You won?"

"They actually won!"

"My God...this...how is this possible!"

"The tiger... he killed it?!"

After a brief silence, the entire venue erupted in a frenzied uproar.

Those who temporarily switched sides to the tiger are now filled with regret, their faces ashen, wishing they could turn back time.

How could this happen?

That girl was really lucky; she managed to guess it right!

The most unbelievable people are none other than the bookmakers.

He looked at Mo Sangyu's face, which remained unchanged, as if everything was under control, and felt as if he were being roasted over a fire.

Based on the odds that had previously tilted wildly due to the tiger's appearance...

The dealer's fingers trembled as he began to calculate.

Mo Sangyu bet 100,000 taels of silver. Because no one was optimistic about the slave, the odds were set extremely high, reaching an astonishing 1 to 15.

In other words, in this round, the arena will have to pay Mo Sangyu... 1.5 million taels of silver!

If they keep going like this, won't they go bankrupt?

Ignoring the surrounding noise, Mo Sangyu focused her gaze on the slave struggling to get up in the center of the arena.

She was right about him.

"Young lady, your methods are truly remarkable; I admire you greatly."

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a fair complexion suddenly appeared. He parted the crowd and walked straight to Mo Sangyu.

"I am the manager here, my surname is Qian. May I ask if you would like to move to a private room in the back courtyard, have a cup of tea, and chat for a while?"

He adopted a humble posture and spoke politely, but the cold glint in the depths of his eyes revealed that he was not as friendly as he appeared, and certainly did not genuinely want to have tea and chat with her.

Mo Sangyu glanced at him and nodded: "Okay."

The manager appeared at just the right time; she was too lazy to play one game after another, it was too much of a waste of time.

In a rather elegantly decorated room in the backyard, the aroma of tea wafted through the air.

Manager Qian dismissed his attendants and personally poured tea for Mo Sangyu.

"Young lady, you have excellent eyesight and skill."

Manager Qian cut to the chase with a beaming smile: "May I ask who you are, young lady, and what brings you to my arena?"

Even though he knew her identity, he still asked that question on purpose.

Mo Sangyu picked up his teacup and gently blew on it: "Just passing by, short on cash."

Manager Qian: "..."

The reason was so simple and unadorned that he was somewhat speechless.

But he quickly composed himself.

"You jest, young lady. With your skills, how could you be short of money? Let's be frank, if you continue like this, I'm afraid my arena business will be in trouble."

"So?" Mo Sangyu raised an eyebrow.

"Therefore, I would like to make a deal with you, young lady."

Manager Qian leaned forward slightly, his voice sincere: "Miss, name your price. As long as it's reasonable, I'm willing to offer a little money for tea. I only ask that you be lenient and not come to my little place to give advice again."

This means they want to buy it out in one go.

It seems they are still quite wary of Feng Xingyu, and they haven't even revealed her identity, yet they want to resolve this matter directly with money.

That would save you trouble.

Mo Sangyu put down his teacup and, without beating around the bush, said directly, "Fine, give me five million taels of silver. Also, I want to take one person with me."

Five million taels?

Manager Qian's brow twitched almost imperceptibly.

She really dares to ask for such an exorbitant amount!

Five million taels of silver is not a crippling sum for a gladiatorial arena that rakes in money every day, but it is by no means a small amount either.

However, compared to letting her come every now and then, each time taking away hundreds of thousands or millions, in the long run, buying out the shares is indeed more cost-effective.

The key point is that Feng Xingyu, who is behind this woman, seems to be a man of rules and morality, but in reality he is a scoundrel.

"Whom does the young lady wish to take away?"

"That's the slave who just defeated the tiger."

It really was him.

A knowing glint flashed in Manager Qian's eyes.

That slave was more ruthless than anyone else; he was indeed somewhat unique, but that was all.

He pondered for a moment, then said, "Five million taels, plus that slave, I can agree to that. But you must promise that you will never set foot in my arena again. Let's put it in writing, and the transaction will be completed in full. How about it?"

"it is good."

Mo Sangyu responded crisply.

She never intended to use this to make money indefinitely.

It's just something to use in an emergency.

"readily."

Manager Qian clapped his hands, and immediately someone brought over writing brushes, ink, paper, and a wooden box filled with five million taels of silver notes.

He wrote the agreement himself.

Mo Sangyu checked the silver notes in the box and, after confirming that there was nothing wrong, signed and affixed his seal to the document.

"This is the slave's indenture; please keep it safe, young lady."

Manager Qian picked up his teacup, his smile unchanged, but a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes: "I hope Miss Mo can keep her word. My arena has been operating in this frontier for many years, and its continued existence is not solely due to harmonious relationships. If anyone goes back on their word, then..."

Before he could finish his threatening words, he was interrupted by a cold look from Mo Sangyu.

"Don't worry, I won't come again."

After she finished speaking, she looked up and glanced at the roof.

Is this man really that worried about being implicated by her?

He didn't even trust Yueying to follow him, so he actually went along himself!

Mo Sangyu stood up, picked up the large box, and left: "Trouble Manager Qian to get me a carriage and send that slave onto it."

"..."

There are quite a few requirements.

Manager Qian was so angry that he almost couldn't keep up the smile on his face.

"Oh, right."

As Mo Sangyu walked to the door, she suddenly remembered, "Don't forget to send out the five hundred taels of deposit as well."

She had to take the money back to return it to Granny Yu.

Continue saving for Feng Xingyu.

Manager Qian: "...Okay!"

Mo Sangyu left the arena and waited at the entrance for a while.

They discovered that Feng Xingyu's presence was no longer felt in the vicinity.

Why did you leave without waiting for her?

It was already midnight a day later. Tomorrow was the day Gu Jinzhi had promised to get her a detailed map of Youdu City.

Hopefully he's already got his hands on it.

The sound of horses' hooves approached.

A carriage slowly approached from the north side of the Colosseum.

"Girl, the person you want is inside, and your deposit is also inside."

The servant who led the horse delivered the carriage, left these words behind, and then turned and left.

Mo Sangyu boarded the carriage and took a look.

The people in this arena are relatively trustworthy.

Both the person and the banknotes are there.

However, the person had already fallen into a coma.

She also loaded the large trunk onto the carriage and drove it quickly toward the prince's residence.

The Prince's Residence.

As soon as Mo Sangyu's carriage arrived at the gate of the mansion, he saw Feng Mian waiting at the entrance.

"It's so late, why aren't you asleep?"

"Miss, you're finally back."

Feng Mian greeted her with a worried expression: "You went out yesterday morning and didn't come back all night. You haven't come back today either. I'm so worried."

"I'm fine. Go find someone to help me get the person out of the carriage, and then call Doctor Luo to treat his injuries."

Is there anyone else in the carriage?

"Okay, I understand."

Although curious, Feng Mian didn't ask anything.

Mo Sangyu carried the suitcase and entered first.

She walked into the main courtyard, and in the darkness, a person stood at the door, which startled her.

"What...what are you doing at my room's door?"