It wasn't as simple as ruining his entire life. Pei Feng wouldn't be able to pay back this one billion, not even in ten lifetimes!
How could Ke Rou not be burning with anxiety?
Li Jiahang's gambling addiction was well-known in Jiankang's Drum Tower High School.
Li Jiahang had only transferred to Drum Tower High School for the first year of his senior year, but in this short year, several of the most prominent second-generation rich kids of Drum Tower High School had gambled with him, and without exception, they all lost!
The one who lost the most lost two hundred million, which angered his family and made him transfer to another school.
Facing everyone's gaze, including Kerou's, Pei Feng turned a deaf ear. He lowered his head like an old monk in meditation, not even looking at the stage.
The third match was between Kerou and Mo Bai. Kerou forfeited, Mo Bai won.
The fourth match was between Tian Li and a second-generation rich kid called Tian Jiwei. Tian Li forfeited, Tian Jiwei won.
This Tian Jiwei was the second-generation rich kid called "Young Master Tian," and Li Jiahang's best friend.
In the fifth match, Li Jiahang drew the battle lot again! His opponent was a girl from the class, and the girl forfeited. Li Jiahang won the third match!
…
The speed of the martial arts competition exceeded everyone's expectations. In less than half an hour, eight matches had already ended.
In these eight matches, Li Jiahang won five, far surpassing everyone present!
As for Pei Feng … he won zero matches and zero wins. He didn't even touch the hair of the battle lot!
Just as the ninth match was about to be drawn, clear footsteps came from outside. Five figures walked in one after another, walking into Tian Chi Imperial Palace.
When these five people came in, many people around the pool were stunned.
"Sister He?"
"Young Master Wei?"
"Sister Han?"
The five people who came in were He Hua, Wei Zixuan, Han Shuang Er, Chang Xiaoe, and Ayesha.
The upper-class social circle was big and small. Other than Chang Xiaoe and Ayesha, He Hua, Wei Zixuan, and Han Shuang Er knew many people around the pool. They weren't very familiar with each other, but at least they knew each other's names and met each other a few times.
With Pei Feng here, this wasn't the time to reminisce and socialize.
The five people walked behind Pei Feng and stood in a row. They bowed deeply and said respectfully, "Mr. Pei."
Seeing this, everyone was stunned. The red wine glass in Li Jiahang's hand shook violently, and he almost spilled it. His face turned livid and extremely ugly.
Han Shuang Er from the Han family of Tianjin, Wei Zixuan from the Wei family of Gan Province, and He Hua from the He family of Jinxi … They were so respectful to this poor loser, bowing to him, and calling him "Mr. Pei"?!
Of course, Li Jiahang didn't know the whole story, but that wasn't important. What was important was … Han Shuang Er, Wei Zixuan, and He Hua were obviously hired by this poor loser to help him!
Especially He Hua from the He family of Jinxi. She was famous among the younger generation of martial arts families in Huaxia. She was an expert at the pinnacle of Inner Force, and she wasn't inferior to Ye Motian and Zhang Zhiruo!
Not only that, the lolita girl who was as pretty as a flower and the extremely beautiful girl from India … Their auras were extraordinary as well!
Especially the girl from Yindu, her aura didn't seem to be below that of He Hua!
Five helpers? And they were all genuine young martial arts experts?!
No wonder this loser dared to make such a big bet. He came prepared!
Li Jiahang's expression changed completely. He slowly took out his phone and dialed a number. "Uncle Ling, please come to Heaven Pool Imperial Palace now. It's urgent. Please … please!"
It wasn't that he didn't prepare for today's martial arts competition, but his helpers, including Ye Motian and Zhang Zhiruo, were at most on par with He Hua and the girl from Yindu. It was hard to say who would win!
Heaven Pool Imperial Palace was worth more than a billion, so he couldn't take the risk. He had to invite strong reinforcements to ensure that nothing went wrong!
The sudden turn of events left the students of the 11th grade Diplomatic Studies major in the Faculty of Law scratching their heads in confusion. Everyone looked at Pei Feng with a different gaze, filled with surprise and suspicion.
Some of the second-generation students recognized He Hua and Han Shuang Er, but they didn't know why He Hua and the others were so respectful to Pei Feng, and why they called him "Mr. Pei"!
In this kind of situation, if Pei Feng didn't say anything, they couldn't ask. After all, other than Kerou, the other students weren't familiar with Pei Feng.
After the call, Li Jiahang glanced at Pei Feng with a sinister look. He waved his hand and the martial arts competition continued.
Battle 9, Ye Motian won without a fight.
Battle 10, Li Jiahang versus Zhang Zhiruo. Zhang Zhiruo forfeited, Li Jiahang won 6!
Battle 11, Tian Jiwei won 2.
Battle 12, Song Hanlin won the first round.
Battle 13, Song Hanlin drew the first round and didn't get it. Li Jiahang drew the third round and got the battle lot again!
The qipao beauty walked past the guests one by one with the jade tube in her hand. There were more than 30 people, but none of them got the battle lot. Finally, after half of the battles, the jade tube came to Pei Feng for the first time.
It didn't matter to Pei Feng if there was any special mark on the battle lot. Under the demonic consciousness, it was obvious. As long as it was his turn, as long as the battle lot was still there, no one else had a chance!
Everyone's eyes were focused on him. He slowly opened his eyes, and his gaze met Li Jiahang's, who was staring at him unblinkingly. Their eyes met, and sparks flew in all directions.
Battle 13, huh …
Pei Feng's lips curled into a faint smile. Without turning his head, he casually drew a bamboo lot with the red word "battle" written on it in front of everyone.
It was a tit for tat. For the first time, these two gamblers were officially at each other's throats!
Four young martial artists in black training clothes walked out from the back hall of Heaven Lake Imperial Palace and stood quietly behind Li Jiahang.
Pei Feng glanced at the four of them indifferently before lowering his eyelids.
Four people. Two of them were at the advanced stage of inner force, and the other two were at the peak of inner force. A bunch of trash.
It seemed that Li Jiahang didn't prepare enough today.
The only one worth looking forward to … was probably the "Uncle Ling" he mentioned on the phone.
"Who wants to fight this battle?"
Li Jiahang's slightly gloomy voice came from the other side.
"I'll go!"
"I'll go!"
"Jiahang, I'll go!"
The four young martial artists said in unison. Ye Motian and Zhang Zhiruo stood up as well.
They weren't as solemn as Li Jiahang. On the contrary, each of them was full of fighting spirit, fighting spirit, and fighting spirit.
"Motian, you go!"
Li Jiahang looked at him deeply and said in a low voice, "Don't embarrass me!"
"Don't worry, brother!"
Ye Motian moved. In the next instant, with a dull thud, Ye Motian was already on the ring.
As he stood up, the ring with a radius of 10 meters suddenly sank, and water splashed around.
"Who's going?"
On the other side, Pei Feng also asked.
"I'll go!"
The five of them said in unison, their voices like thunder.
"Ayesha, you go."
"Yes, Mr. Pei!"
"Remember, you can only win this battle. You can't lose."
"Understood!"
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