"Huh?" Zhao Xiaodao was taken aback.
"Are you referring to those two people just now?" Lin Wan furrowed her brow and asked grimly.
Zhang Weili nodded, pointing to the table beside her, "A check for 200,000 US dollars and a bullet."
Everyone turned around to see the two items on the table: a check, half-exposed from an envelope, and a bullet that had rolled to the edge of the table.
The coach said, "Weili is in great shape recently. The odds given by the bookmakers for this title defense match are 1.2 to 1 in her favor, and the opponent's odds are as high as 2.6 to 1."
"A 160% return," Lin Wan raised an eyebrow and scoffed, "Looks like the prize pool is rather substantial; someone's tempted. Who are they?"
"Jinwan Entertainment Group," the coach raised a business card in his hand.
Lin Wan blinked and said softly, "Sounds familiar. I must have seen information about this entertainment group before. If that's the case, they're not ordinary people."
