Then she immediately got up, clutched her hat, and slipped away down the stairs, disappearing into the crowd on the first floor.
Qin Ling licked the corner of his mouth, feeling a sudden emptiness in his arms.
Watching Tang Mo's disappearing figure, his face was filled with a smile he couldn't hide.
'I really can't stop worrying about her. I have to marry her and bring her home as soon as possible.'
He tossed the bag he had just shoved aside onto the floor. "Take all of this and bet it on the guy on the stage wearing clothes."
By now, the two fighters on the stage were no longer the same ones from when Tang Mo had first arrived.
"But... the other one looks a lot stronger."
A young man in black behind him couldn't resist speaking up. That bag contained dozens of smaller bags.
That was a huge sum. Were they really going to just throw it all away like that?
The two men on the stage had just entered. One was bare-chested, covered in corded muscle.
