Chapter 239: You've Prepared the Grill and Cumin

"It's uncertain, life and death are the hardest to predict," Lu Xiao shook his head, his eyes looking strange.

Considering you're a Second-Order Mutant, how can you ask such a dumb question?

Whether it's a Heavenly Man or a Mutant, who can guarantee they'll always be safe?

Even Liuli Hong can't, Fourth Rank is strong, but if seriously trapped, the odds are more likely bad than good.

"Then why did you still bet a hundred billion US dollars that you would survive?" Tia frowned, wondering what on earth Lu Xiao was thinking.

Lu Xiao frowned too, have your Mutant brains deteriorated to this extent?

"Could it be that I bet on my own death?"

"Of course, you bet on surviving, winning nets seven hundred billion, and if you lose... well, if you lose, then you lose. After all, money's no use to you when you're dead."

Lu Xiao's response caused Tia's brain to experience a brief glitch.

Eh?

Well, that makes sense, doesn't it?