"We've already bet once, why not go big this time?"
Yang Yifeng, with a smile, looked at the other and said, "Young Master Jiang wouldn't be scared, would he?"
"Bet big?"
Seeing Yang Yifeng's expression, which seemed to have everything under control, Jiang Yong felt uneasy. However, recalling Feng Shaonan's confident gaze, he felt reassured, his lips curling up, "Bet big? Alright, please do tell, what kind of bet are you proposing!"
"How about this, Young Master Jiang, you say I masterminded the tomb robbery, but I know it was actually you who orchestrated it! If there really isn't any stolen goods in the room upstairs, it will prove that I am indeed framing you! Then, not only will I transfer that plot of land to you, but I will also bow and confess my guilt! If you lose, then you must admit that it was you who had someone dig up that ancient tomb. You're just framing me, trying to splash this dirty water on me, how does that sound?"