"Who? Who’s coming?"
Bai He couldn’t help but ask.
Zuzi slightly narrowed her phoenix eyes, but didn’t seem to really care: "Nothing much, just a junior. Not worth ntioning."
Bai He followed Zuzi’s gaze.
She saw a young soldier, broad and sturdy with sun-darkened skin, yet a slightly simple and shy look, striding confidently forward.
Not far behind him was a mysterious old man shrouded in a black robe, his face hidden but with one dry, decrepit arm showing, surrounded by several foreign contestants like stars supporting the moon.
Hey, these two are obviously not of the sa group.
Bai He thought their little ancestor definitely wouldn’t care to see those ugly foreigners, she must be looking at that simple and shy soldier.
What a coincidence, Bai He recognized him, isn’t he the personal guard who, like Chen Long, often hangs around Mr. Bo?
"What was he called again? Brother Hu, right, they called him Brother Hu. His looks and personality are a big contrast, don’t be fooled by his size, he’s really good-tempered and extrely honest, the type to blush around won, haha, didn’t expect him to be a contestant today."
She rembered a few years back when visiting the Bao Family with Bai Fei, Brother Hu hesitated to give candy to a little girl like her and wouldn’t even look at her directly, turning his head, as funny as can be.
Maybe the little ancestor also thinks he’s funny?
Zuzi remained noncommittal, glanced again at the group of foreigners behind Yin Hu, and then retracted her gaze: "Is there betting on tonight’s competition?"
Xi Rubao was watching with great interest: "Yeah, sis, look, this VIP Exclusive Manual says it’s a special on-site betting event organized by the arena owner to boost audience excitent. Should we give it a try?"
Wu Qianman bit her lip: "This looks really difficult, guessing win or lose is one thing, but look here, you even have to guess the score, it’s harder than lottery, isn’t it?"
Even Bai He, who’s used to outings, was stumped: "Exactly, what a trap, seems like this arena owner is really cunning, he’s the bookmaker, tricking us audiences, 99.9 percent of the bettors probably can’t guess the final score!"
The three of them were complaining.
Beside them, Zuzi said leisurely and lightly: "There’s nothing difficult to guess about."
All three: "..."
Almost forgot that the little ancestor sister’s predictions are always spot-on!
Imdiately, three pairs of starry eyes looked over, begging the ancestor for help!
Zuzi smiled but said nothing.
It was Xi Rubao who first realized, slapping her forehead: "Oh dear, us greedy money mongers, how could we forget what my sister said, mortals trying to force fate should use their amassed good deeds as compensation. Wasting goodwill accumulated from doing three good deeds a day for a little betting silver, it’s just not worth it! Sis was reminding us to consider the cost before speaking up!"
Bai He and Wu Qianman imdiately zipped their lips obediently: "...(Understood)!"
Just watching the excitent is enough, they’re not greedy, they won’t participate in betting.
Although they held back from betting, almost everyone in the VIP seats participated, as many young masters and socialites weren’t short on money.
Even the ordinary audience in the back rows were tempted, with quite a few joining in.
Among them, an old man in a worn dark blue Zhongshan suit held a wad of tattered cash, pleading with the staff to accept his "bet".
Xi Rubao and the others were profoundly moved watching this.
Once the betting was done, the competition in the arena was about to officially begin.
Various colorful competition uniforms, representing different national teams, paraded around the arena saluting the audience.
It’s supposed to be a fistfight, but with the different forms of martial arts from various countries, it was hard to determine superiority based rely on the familiarity with a particular style, so the rules were very simple—the first one who falls and doesn’t get up, loses!
This rule aligns well with international boxing regulations.
Yin Hu, being a seed contestant for the Imperial Team, stepped onto the stage.
Bai He clapped vigorously: "Go Brother Hu, go!"
Zuzi raised an eyebrow casually: "Him? Not very promising."
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