"Hmph!" Zhang Daozong snorted. "You're truly shortsighted. Why would we ever turn away silver that's practically being handed to us?"
"You just keep the betting open and act as the house. As for the silver, I have my own plans."
"Yes, sir." Jiang Rongxuan bowed respectfully, then asked tentatively, "Should we adjust the odds?"
Zhang Daozong thought for a moment. "Fine. We'll follow the other bookies. Lower the odds to five-to-one."
"Yes, sir." Only then did Jiang Rongxuan take his leave.
'That bastard Chen Cheng is so confident. I'm afraid he still has an ace up his sleeve.'
'But I, Zhang Daozong, have weathered countless storms. How could I possibly be outplayed by a young upstart like you?'
'In terms of Martial Arts Power, you are far from sufficient. In terms of wits and schemes, you're even further behind!'
After a moment of contemplation, Zhang Daozong immediately summoned his subordinates and gave them detailed instructions.
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