After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Chapter 972: Wrecking Scums, Si Fuqing Pulled Out the Swordsman (2)

She spoke solemnly, “Brother Nine.”

Yu Xiheng turned his head slightly and lowered it, “Hmm?”

Every movement of his remained graceful and gentlemanly.

Si Fuqing paused for a moment, “It’s nothing, you continue.”

She needed to observe him carefully.

Soon, a new bet was placed in the finals.

All esports fans could see the bet.

The odds were as high as 1 to 78!

[??? Betting on the Five States team to win a 1v7 match? That’s a bit too arrogant, isn’t it?]

[Although the Five States team is indeed a dark horse that can threaten the Western Deities team, winning a 1v7 is still unrealistic.]

[Are you guys betting? I’m not. This bet is honestly too unpredictable. A small mistake could cost everything.]

[I’ll bet one dollar to test the waters. If I win, I can get 78 dollars and buy two pounds of crayfish.]

Many people chose to bet one or two dollars to try their luck.

Si Fuqing began to calculate, “After taxes, this bet would net three hundred million.”

Her fox-like eyes sparkled with vitality.

Yu Xiheng lowered his eyelashes, a faint smile in his eyes, “As long as you’re happy.”

Just then, Ji Yun’s call came in, his tone gritting with frustration, “I say, my ancestor, can you be more restrained? You’re not here to play games; you’re here to gamble, aren’t you?”

Si Fuqing replied nonchalantly, “You found out.”

Ji Yun: “…”

“Relax, relax, I’ve been very restrained. My big sponsor only invested five million.” Si Fuqing said leisurely, “I’m helping you climb to the top of the global billionaire list.”

Many people bet on this OPL match, including those from the Free State.

The rumor that the Free State was littered with gold mines was exaggerated, but it was indeed wealthy, with plenty of rich people.

Yuejian called her, saying her second senior brother had also casually placed a few bets.

All rich folks, while she was just a poor soul.

Yu Xiheng’s expression shifted slightly when he heard “my big sponsor.”

Progress, albeit slow.

“It’s late, go rest.” Yu Xiheng stood up, habitually rubbing her head, “Sleep early. It’s been tough these days.”

Si Fuqing was stunned for a moment. She ran to bed, pulled the covers over herself, and mumbled, “Hmm, you go ahead.”

She needed to calm down.

Little Bai elegantly licked its paw and jumped onto the bed.

Yu Xiheng left the room.

“Brother Nine,” Chen Ying, who was waiting outside, spoke in a low voice, “the group of people chasing you has tracked you to Eastern Mulberry. We dealt with a batch last time, but they haven’t given up.”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Yu Xiheng glanced at the girl holding Little Bai and sleeping soundly, his tone cold, “Don’t disturb her.”

Chen Ying’s expression turned serious, “Understood.”

Disturbing Miss Si would indeed leave no room for survival.

He left quietly.

His phone beeped.

It was their gossip group.

[Feng San]: Calling Chen Ying, calling Chen Ying, how are Brother Nine and Miss Si progressing?

[Xi Jiang]: Just one sentence, are they sleeping in the same bed?

Chen Ying thought for a moment and replied.

[Progressing well.]

**

The next morning, the third-place match proceeded as scheduled.

Without Kreitch, the Thunder team was greatly affected, their preparation was poor, and they didn’t gain any advantage on stage, getting completely crushed by the well-prepared Galaxy team.

This was the first time the Great Xia team had won an award at OPL.

The esports fans were thrilled.

[We have the third place! Now it’s up to the Five States team to see if they can take the championship!]

[It’s a 40-60 chance. I still favor the Western Deities team. They’ve dominated OPL for so many years for a reason.]

At 1:30 in the afternoon, the stadium was packed with people.

In a VIP box.

A Class-A evolved being glanced at the big screen and couldn’t help but ask, “Miss Akatsuki, why are we here to watch a game? These secular things are really of no use.”

With this time, it would be better to go to the underground arena for a few rounds to hone their skills.

Kusonoki Akatsuki replied coolly, “Do I need your input on my actions?”

Her tone, devoid of any fluctuations due to her nature, turned even a rhetorical question into a flat statement, sending an inexplicable chill through anyone who heard it.

The Class-A evolved being was startled, “I dare not!”

Kusonoki Akatsuki said nothing, watching the screen where Si Fuqing’s face appeared. Her expression turned confused again.

Whether it was a Master of Yin-Yang or an evolved being, they belonged to the high martial circle, valuing combat prowess and talent above all.