'Who would have thought he'd actually want to place a bet today.'
The staff member smiled. "No problem. Anyone here can place a bet, but the minimum is ten thousand USD!"
Wei Wu nodded, then pulled a ten-thousand-dollar chip from his pocket. "I'm betting on Iron Fist to win!"
Then, Wei Wu turned to Da Xiong and the others. "Aren't you guys going to support our compatriot? I think he's definitely going to win!"
Hearing Wei Wu's words, Da Xiong and Caviar chuckled, each pulling out a ten-thousand-dollar chip and placing it on the staff member's tray.
Wu Yun asked in surprise, "When did you guys get chips?"
"Just now, when we came in. There was someone at the entrance handling the exchange," Da Xiong explained.
A hesitant Wang Hao also took a chip from his bag. "I'll bet on Iron Fist, too."
Wu Yun didn't stop them. From his perspective, it was an 80 to 90 percent sure win. Besides, with the bonuses they had all split over the last few days, a loss wouldn't be too painful.
