C652 What Is Your Wager

If Zhang Xingyun was also beaten up, then even if the two of them had a draw, there was no need to take the 10 million.

Qi Yuv and Ann Xin sat at the periphery of the crowd with cocktails and fruit juice at the table. Zhang Xingyun hesitated, wanting to know how likely it was that he would be beaten to death.

Ann Xin still had a tyrannical aura around her as she sat there. After all