He was stunned for a while, then gave a wry smile, his voice a bit hoarse: "A bet is a bet."
The words were not loud, but the amplifying monk "coincidentally" passed by, so—
"A bet is a bet!"
The voice carried by the wind spread to every corner of the viewing platform and along the track.
The spectators immediately cheered, some whistling, some clapping, even more lively than before.
But Theodora and Harbin only found it noisy.
They were still hiding in the shadow of the Air Pillar, while Madlan had already signaled them twice.
The first time was when the locomotive crossed the line, and the second time was when Sibangqi said "A bet is a bet," but neither of them moved.
Theodora clutched her skirt, her toes digging into the ground: "Do we have to do it now? With so many people..."
Harbin rubbed the back of his neck, also a bit flustered: "Let's wait a bit longer? Maybe Madlan will forget..."
Unfortunately, Madlan did not forget.
