Got Rich!

Tang Ling had won.

When that mountainous pile of partially digested food was dug out, Tang Ling picked up a stick and started to poke around. With a few jabs, he revealed a rather large bulk of Requiem Ambergris.

On top of that, he used the stick and pried open the slightly shriveled up liver, digging out all the other leftover food. The crowd then saw another piece of Requiem Ambergris the size of a palm, sticking to the wall of the dried liver.

"Look, Lady Luck always blesses those who are careful." Tang Ling tossed the stick away and looked exceptionally delighted. He did not want to expose the fact that his Precise Instinct could scan the internal structure of the whale.

"Holy sh*t!" Odeon slid off the ship and hugged Tang Ling tightly.

He was a simple man, and there was only a single thought in his mind at the moment—he had struck it rich! He really became rich this time!

No matter what quality the ambergris was, he would be rich!