Could it Be That He Has Fiery Golden Eyes?

Lee Young-Ki's face was gloomy and he was silent for a long time before he spoke again.

"How about this? You two compete three more rounds. If you can win all three matches, Park Sangwoo will not only honor the bet, but we will also give you all the money we won this morning, including the Nine Dragon Cup."

The moment he said this, everyone present was shocked. Wasn't this bet too big?

In other words, as long as Ye Feng could win three rounds in a row, he would be able to win at least 300 million. This was a huge gamble.

But Ye Feng did not show any joy. He just looked at Lee Young-Ki quietly. "What else?"

Lee Young-Ki's lips slowly curled into a cold smile. "If you lose any of the matches, not only will Park Sangwoo's previous punishment be exempted, but you will also have to carve the words 'I'm a stupid pig' on your face. How is it? Isn't that fair?"

Before Ye Feng could agree, the surrounding people had already stopped.