Eh? Was this for betting?
Hong Dali looked carefully at the two people who were fighting below and smiled. "I think Three-inch Nail will probably win."
"Three-inch Nail?" Fang Han looked down too. "Brother Dali, are you sure?"
"Yes," Hong Dali said, smiling brightly. "There is a saying that says men can't win against women, the young can't win against the old, and the tall can't win against the short."
"This…" Fang Han did not know whether to laugh or to cry. "There is such a saying?"
Although he had some doubts, he didn't say more. He immediately tapped a number onto the betting screen: Three-inch Nail win, 200,000.
After the robotic arm retracted, Fang Han smiled and said, "If we win, the winnings are yours, Brother Dali. If we lose, I'll cover the losses."
Tang Muxin and Ling Xiaoyi looked at each other. The two secretly entered a number on the betting machine too: Hell Cat win, 100.