Did He Fool Him Too Much? Poison Boar Race! (2)

"Let's stop here," Wang Teng said, not planning to continue gambling on ores. He smiled as he put away the pieces of ore.

It was about time to stop. Cutting further would reveal too much.

"I've also grown tired of this. There are many performances at the banquet. I'll take you to see them," Yizang Xinnuo said with a meaningful look at Wang Teng, smiling.

"Okay!" Wang Teng nodded and followed Yizang Xinnuo and the others towards the front.

People around gradually dispersed, but still chattered excitedly about Wang Teng, whom they referred to as Grandmaster Han Zhu.

"Our slave competition here is unique. Do you want to take a look?" Shouzang Caiyun asked.

"Slave competition!" Wang Teng's eyes flashed as if he saw attribute bubbles beckoning to him. He nodded immediately and said, "Sure, let's go take a look!"