Seeing that the aide was still standing rooted to the ground, the Bookmaker kicked him and shouted, "Get lost!"
His aide turned and fled the place.
When he reached the door and was about to disappear, the Bookmaker suddenly said, "Stop right there."
"How much is he collecting?"
"Five million taels," the aide said.
Ka-Crash!
The teacup that the Bookmaker had just picked up dropped on the floor and shattered.
"What did you say? I didn't catch that. Say again."
"He bet 500,000 taels on the Dragon Lake Institute winning."
"How many of them? And who's leading them?" The Bookmaker pressed him for details.
"It's just him alone. The manager has confirmed that his martial arts evolution is at the Connate Realm."
The three Bookmakers looked at each other and sneered. Their eyes were filled with murderous intent. Did he think that the Jade Manor was a cash-withdrawal machine?