The Victory of the First Match

At this moment, Zhao Siman couldn't help but turn to look at Xu Wenping and ask him for advice.

"If it were me, it would definitely go over."

"But, Hu Cai might be faking it."

"That's why I'm talking about me. If I go over, I'll be fine. But if Ben Lei goes over, he'll probably die."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true."

"Then… Do you think Ben Lei will go over?"

"People die for wealth. He must go over."

Just as Xu Wenping finished speaking, a very domineering voice came from the microphone on the rostrum.

"Ben Lei, what are you doing? Don't waste time. Go over and kill him. Did I raise you to embarrass me?"

The person who said this was naturally the boss of Ben Lei.

Ben Lei's heart skipped a beat when he heard the boss's words. He looked at the podium and then at Hu Cai who was lying there.

"Boss, he, he might be playing dead," Ben Lei said loudly, but he still stood up.