Chapter 388: Filthy Rich!

Fatty Ben's grin only widened after hearing the wizard soldier question. "Serious as death, old man. I'm the 9th-ranked top gambler of the Gambler's Syndicate. Do you think I'd stake my reputation on a lie?" 

Fatty took out his token from the gambler's syndicate and waved it before the wizard soldier. "Go on, make a bet. Or are you too afraid to make a bet against my master?"

The soldier didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Fatty Ben's arrogant tone and sheer audacity, irritated him to the core. He pulled out his communication crystal and quickly called over a few of his comrades. 

After a brief discussion, they all decided to place their bets, a hefty amount of mana stones against Kent's victory.

Word spread quickly, like wildfire around the periphery of war god temple. Millions of spectators came to watch this gathering and the news of gambling store spread quickly by word of mouth.