章 972: Wrecking Scums, Si Fuqing Pulled Out the Swordsman (2)

She spoke solemnly, "Brother Nine."

Yu Xiheng turned his head slightly and lowered it, "Hmm?"

Every movement of his remained graceful and gentlemanly.

Si Fuqing paused for a moment, "It's nothing, you continue."

She needed to observe him carefully.

Soon, a new bet was placed in the finals.

All esports fans could see the bet.

The odds were as high as 1 to 78!

[??? Betting on the Five States team to win a 1v7 match? That's a bit too arrogant, isn't it?]

[Although the Five States team is indeed a dark horse that can threaten the Western Deities team, winning a 1v7 is still unrealistic.]

[Are you guys betting? I'm not. This bet is honestly too unpredictable. A small mistake could cost everything.]

[I'll bet one dollar to test the waters. If I win, I can get 78 dollars and buy two pounds of crayfish.]

Many people chose to bet one or two dollars to try their luck.