Bab 62: Threats

"Mad Fox, here's your prize money for today. Looking at your ability, it seems that you still have a few tricks up your sleeve. Why not come back tomorrow? By then you'd be worth more than this!"

They did not know that Qin Feng had bet 5 million on himself and in one night he had raked in 40 million.

Now, they were giving him 2 million, including the audience's betting money, which made it a night where he struck gold.

"If you can win five matches in a row tomorrow, you'll be able to earn more than 10 million. I admire you, so young and yet so powerful!"

While the man was still trying to think of what to say, Qin Feng confirmed the amount of money inside his account and nodded. "I will come again tomorrow."

"Haha, please do!" The person at the reception smiled. "It would be better to stay at the clubhouse for the night, get a massage, and have a nice rest. There are plenty of pretty ladies here!"

Qin Feng immediately rejected his offer.