One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

"We won! Bao'er won!!!"

The first thing to break the silence was the little peach orchard next to the stands.

Zhang Cai roared at the top of his lungs, and in his excitement, he jumped onto Guan Bao's back.

"Fifty to one! We're rich!!!"

That shout brought everyone back to their senses.

After a brief moment of astonishment, the entire Golden Toad Pavilion erupted in a deafening roar!

"My God! What kind of monster is this?!"

"A dark horse! An epic dark horse! I can't believe I didn't bet on her!!"

"Damn, that muscleman is a monster! His movements and punches were just too weird!"

Zhang Chulan stood outside the registration area, staring at the word "Victory" that popped up on the big screen, his mouth practically stretched to the back of his head in a wide grin.

He patted Feng Xingtong's shoulder hard, laughing so hard he almost fell over:

"Xingtong brothers! Did you see that?"

"With a principal of 20 million, and a 50-to-1 payout, we've raked in ten small fortunes of the Wang family!"

Feng Xingtong's hands trembled slightly as she watched the constant stream of money transfer messages popping up on her phone.

Although he was the young master of the World Society, he had never seen such a thrilling and crazy way of robbing money!

The next half hour.

The entire Golden Toad Pavilion descended into utter madness.

The Wang family's dealer refused to believe in bad luck and sent three top-tier experts to compete in the arena.

Without exception, the results were all the same.

No matter if you're a master of leg techniques or a master of hidden weapons.

When facing Feng Baobao, it always takes a few short exchanges before the fight ends.

She defeated me!

Now, the gamblers have finally learned their lesson.

"Bet on her! Bet everything on that slipper girl!"

"I'd bet everything I own on her to win!"

Zhang Chulan placed a bet, and the gamblers followed suit without thinking.

Although the odds have been forcibly lowered due to the overwhelming betting.

But the sheer amount of capital involved is overwhelming!

Like a flowing river, chips were frantically poured into Zhang Chulan's side.

The underling in charge of the betting operation for the Wang family was already drenched in sweat, his shirt completely soaked.

He stared at the massive, cascading out of funds in the backend system, his hands trembling so much he could barely hold the mouse.

If this fight continues, forget about Jin Chan Pavilion's revenue tonight.

The Wang family's working capital in this venue will be completely drained by these people!

"This won't do... Quick! Go and get the manager!"

The younger brother grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted, his voice trembling with tears.

……

Not long after.

With a burst of rapid and orderly footsteps.

The door at the end of the passage was pushed open forcefully.

A dozen or so professional thugs in black suits, with menacing faces, aggressively parted the frenzied crowd.

Walking in the middle of the thugs was a middle-aged man wearing a Tang suit, with two pairs of walnuts in his hands.

Wang He, the head steward of the Golden Toad Pavilion and a member of the Wang family.

Wang He's face was grim at this moment.

He watched the surveillance footage from behind, and watched helplessly as billions of dollars in cash flow were drained from the venue in less than two hours.

If the head of the family found out, he'd skin him alive!

"Stop! Everyone stop!"

Wang He walked up to the registration desk, cracking the walnuts in his hand, and shouted sternly:

"Who is this blind fool who dares to cause trouble and disrupt our Wang family's territory?!"

He strode forward, his gaze sharp as a knife as he swept over the back of the man who was leading the frenzied betting.

As a result, when that person turned around and looked at him with a grin.

Wang He almost dropped the walnuts in his hand.

"Zhang...Zhang Chulan?!"

Wang He's pupils contracted, his anger suddenly dampened.

He then looked at the bewildered young man standing beside him.

"Young Master Feng Xingtong of the Feng family?!"

Wang He's forehead was a little sweaty.

These two people, one representing the World Alliance and the other bearing the title of champion of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.

The most crucial thing is!

Who in this world of supernatural beings doesn't know that Zhang Chulan is now the number one lackey of that living ancestor, True Man Tian Shu?!

Wang He was also present when that guy casually subdued the Ten Elders a few days ago!

That's a living father that even the head of the Wang family wouldn't dare to mess with!

These people came to Jin Chan Ge to steal money. Was it at the behest of that lord?

Wang He's mind started to waver, and his original intention to resort to violence vanished instantly.

He took a deep breath, forced an awkward smile, and deliberately softened his tone.

"Oh my, who do we have here? It's Brother Chu Lan and Young Master Feng."

Wang He bent down, leaned forward, and tried to get closer to him with a laugh:

"You two are so honored to have graced us with your presence. Why didn't you give us a heads-up beforehand? I could have personally arranged a VIP room for you."

"Coming here to this noisy, scattered seating area is truly disrespectful, utterly disrespectful."

Zhang Chulan leaned against the bar where betting was being done, tossing a chip in his hand.

He looked at Wang He with a half-smile:

"Manager Wang, you're too kind. My brother and I were just looking around because we were bored. The atmosphere in this hall is quite nice and lively."

"It's just that the opponent on this stage is a bit too tough. My sister Bao'er has only just warmed up her muscles."

Wang He's face twitched, and his heart bled.

Are you just wandering around aimlessly?

You're using a water pump to drain the blood from our Wang family!

He swallowed hard, glanced at the gamblers around him who were still cheering wildly, and decided to use his connections to put some pressure on them.

"Brother Chu Lan."

Wang He lowered his voice, his tone carrying a hint of flattery and negotiation.

"As you know, a few days ago, Master Tian Shu and our Patriarch Wang reached a friendly understanding."

"The two families are now on good terms and live in harmony."

Wang He pointed towards the arena and said with a forced smile:

"You brought your men here today to go on a shopping spree. As for the money, well, if you win, you win. Our Wang family will accept this loss."

"But if you keep rolling like this, the betting odds will collapse."

"If Master Tian Shu found out that this has affected the harmony between the two families because of such a small matter, I'm afraid that wouldn't be good."

"For your own sake, you two should call it quits today. I'll have someone deposit every penny of your winnings into your accounts. How about we become friends?"

Wang He's words were both reasonable and measured; he first established a connection, then used Zhang Tianyi as a shield.

A normal person, upon hearing this, would readily accept it as a way out.

But despite all his calculations, he never expected that Zhang Chulan's visit today wasn't about making friends at all!

That old fox Feng Zhenghao sent him here just to loosen the soil for the Wang family!

He was just looking for an excuse to lash out!

Upon hearing Wang He's words...

Zhang Chulan is not going to throw away his chips.

The smiling tiger expression on his face vanished instantly.

It carries a kind of reckless and extremely arrogant bandit-like air.

Zhang Chulan took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

Start showing off.

"Manager Wang."

Zhang Chulan, with a cigarette between his fingers, strode up to Wang He and poked his chest with his finger without any hesitation.

"Why are you trying to talk to me about being amicable?"

"The rules were set by your Golden Toad Pavilion, weren't they? And the odds for the arena were set by you, weren't they?"