The Inner Qi realm martial arts competition was, as always, not very popular.
Watching Xie Tian enter the arena, the bloated Mr. Jia was somewhat puzzled. He turned to Little Brother Ma whose face was pale white and asked, "Shouldn't the competition be entering the finals by now? Why are there fewer people than during the preliminary round?"
Little Brother Ma was afraid of Xie Tian but not so much of Mr. Jia. Upon hearing the question, he rolled his eyes and didn't reply, caring only about catching his breath. Dammit, carrying Mr. Jia who seemed to gain weight overnight for ten li was too exhausting.
"Forget it, why bother with that nonsense, I'm here to gamble!" Mr. Jia joyfully took out two gold notes from his bosom, kissed them repeatedly, and, with a smug look at Little Brother Ma, followed Xie Tian's instructions and shouted at the bookie's assistant, "Bet on Xie Tian!"