"How about it? Do you dare to bet?"
Yaan Shuying's phoenix eyes fixed on Ling Feng; with the Royal Sword Team's main force player, Lio Fenyu, as her ally, she was utterly confident of victory.
"Brother Feng, don't fall for her trick!"
Lin Mochen hurriedly stepped forward, grabbing Ling Feng, "Brother Feng, what's essential in a bet is the very word 'bet.' Since it's a wager, it must start with fairness. That woman is clearly trying to pull a fast one, calling a mere word a stake. If she utters one nonsense sentence that happens to be right, wouldn't you be at a huge loss!"
"That's right, well argued."
Ling Feng nodded. Lin Mochen was indeed the East Courtyard Sword Team's notorious "gambling ghost." He might not stand out in other areas, but when it came to gambling, he was an expert!
"You!" Yaan Shuying's brows furrowed; clearly irritated that her ploy had been exposed, she was itching with rage.
