Up in his private chambers, Kent sat calmly, back against a cushioned chair, the soft glow of moonstones illuminating the carved walls. He had already been informed of his next opponent. His eyes, calm as still water, revealed not a trace of worry.
At that moment, Fatty Ben burst into the chamber, his round belly bouncing as he laughed heartily, his hands stuffed with betting slips.
"Hahaha! Master Kent, Hahahaha—you should have seen their faces! They think we've already given up. No promotions, no odds, no bait—and the fools are piling their entire treasuries against you!"
He waddled over, slapping a handful of mana slips on the table. "Do you understand? Red Face alone has thrown thirty-three million into the pot! Thirty-three million! He's cleaning his vaults because he thinks Huang Tian will erase you. Hahaha! And tomorrow… when you stand victorious, that mountain of wealth will belong to us!"
