<h4>Chapter 146: Chapter 146 Going All In</h4>


    Zhao Feipeng held these things andughed, "Junior brother, do you really want to bleed the banker dry?"


    "Anyway, this stupid kid is loaded, who cares about him!" That junior brotherughed, "If we win, that’s a hundred cars, man. When we go back, we can give two to each person and have fun together!"


    "Hahaha..."


    The crowdughed uproariously, as if they had already secured the victory. They were not worried about Su Yang not making good on the bets, because Su Yang was one of the owners of Hidden Dragon Vi. How could he possibly not honor the bets?


    While the others were still tentatively cing their bets, Huang Yang came down holding a pile of money and pped it down in front of Su Yang: "A million, on him not kneeling and begging for mercy. Plus, I’m betting this car too, kid, do you dare to take it?"


    Su Yang just smiled lightly, saying, "No problem, don’t talk about betting a car. You could bet your house or your wife, and I’d take it!"


    "Brother Yang..." Wang Hao called out softly, looking worried. Because, defeating the opponent was one thing, but making them kneel and beg for mercy, how could that be possible?


    "No worries!" Su Yang said with a light smile, turning to the others: "Anyone else cing bets?"


    Finally, that second-generation rich kid stood up. Seeing so many people cing bets, he was sure Su Yang wasn’t scamming. And this was a sure win, he certainly wouldn’t miss this opportunity.


    "You’re pretty rich, huh!" The rich kid walked up to Su Yang, sneering, "But that’s about to be history. Come on, I’m betting three million he won’t kneel and beg for mercy. Plus my new car, a Porsche Cayenne I got for 1.7 million, is also on the line. Kid, if I win, you owe me at least four hundred million!"


    Everyone’s faces changed color at the mention of four hundred million, was that a small sum?


    "Heh heh..." Su Yang chuckled, "I thought a rich guy like you would bet more, just four or five million, tsk tsk tsk, I really overestimated you!"


    The rich kid’s face changed instantly, and he said angrily, "Boy, you’ve got guts. Fine, just you wait, I’ll go get the money. And when the timees, don’t you dare cry and beg me to spare you!"


    The rich kid ran out and before long, he hurried back in, cing a check on the table, "Ten million, on him not kneeling. Kid, prepare to die!"


    "Now that’s more like it!" Su Yang said with a light smile, turning to everyone: "Anyone else betting? If not, let’s start the fight!"


    "I’m betting! I’m betting!"


    All at once, the crowd mored, rushing over to ce their bets. Tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands—those who coulde here to watch the fight were certainly not poor.


    Lin Qingru and Liao Yuxuan hid among the crowd, with Liao Yuxuan finding a friend to help ce a bet of one million on his behalf.


    Lin Qingru also had someone ce a bet of five hundred thousand, looking at Su Yang venomously and whispering, "Su Yang, this time, I’ll make sure you drag the Hou Family down with you. Let’s see if the Hou Family will still back you up after this!"


    Almost everyone on the scene had ced their bets, except for the people from Destiny Martial Arts. Firstly, they were pretty poor, and secondly, no matter what, they had to support their own people, although they also didn’t believe that Brother Bing would kneel and beg for mercy!


    "Hey, you guys should ce some bets too." Su Yang looked towards the people from Destiny Martial Arts, "How about it? Bet that he will kneel and beg for mercy, a thousand to one payoff?"


    These people looked at each other, and finally, Wang Hao shouted on the stage, "I’m betting a hundred and thirty-six!"


    "Hahaha..." Everyone suddenly burst intoughter. The rich second-generation quipped, "A hundred and thirty-six? Such an exact number; could it be all the money you have on you? Hahaha, Wang Hao, don’t you n to keep a little for the bus ride home? If you lose, you’ll have to walk backter, won’t you?"


    "I’m not going to lose!" Wang Hao roared with his neck stiff, though he felt shaky inside, but he had to bluff his way through no matter what.


    Wang Hao’s words mobilized the people from Destiny Martial Arts; everyone began to ce their bets. Some bet three hundred, some bet five hundred, but none bet over a thousand; mainly because they all were short on cash.


    A boy wearing sses pulled out eight hundred yuan, clearly hesitating.


    "Hey, don’t mess around," a ssmate whispered. "That’s the schrship you’ve saved up for a long time. Weren’t you nning to buy a cellphone for your brother when he gets married? If you lose now, what will you buy for your brother’s wedding?"


    The bespectacled boy took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, "If I can’t buy a cellphone, my brother won’t me me. But if I don’t support Su Yang and Wang Hao today, others will only look down on us from Seventh Middle School even more!"


    The boy with sses rushed over and ced all eight hundred yuan on the bet.


    "Yo, that money’s all crumpled up, how long have you hidden it on you?" a yellow-haired youth from Tiger Prestige Martial Arts mocked. "It couldn’t be your pocket money saved over several years, could it? Hey, top student, I advise you to take your money back. It’s not easy for you to save up this bit of cash, and if it’s lost, it’s eight hundred yuan we’re talking about—it can buy half of my sneakers, don’t you feel the pinch?"


    Everyone around burst intoughter; most of them came from wealthy families. A few hundred or a thousand meant nothing to them. But for the few from Destiny Martial Arts, these were no small sums!


    Clenching his teeth tightly, the bespectacled boy red and said, "You should worry about yourself first. If he really begs for mercyter, what will you do with all the money you bet?"


    "What you’re saying is totally impossible!" Huang Fa sneered. "What, do you think Chen Bing will lose? Fine, how about we make a side bet on whether Chen Bing will beg for mercy?"


    The bespectacled boy’s expression turned grim, and he spoke quietly, "I know you’re rich, but you don’t need to use money to pressure me. Anyway, I support our people from Seventh Middle School!"


    "Don’t worry, I won’t press you with money!" Huang Faughed. "We’re not betting money. If Chen Bing begs for mercyter, then I lose. I’ll kneel and kowtow to you three times, and from then on, I’ll walk around you. But if Chen Bing doesn’t beg for mercy, you lose, and you do the same—kneel and kowtow to me three times. How about it? You people from Seventh Middle School act so tough, do you dare to bet?"


    The bespectacled boy’s expression changed drastically; Huang Fa was clearly provoking him. In truth, the boy had little hope for this match. But at this point, it was like an arrow on the bowstring; if he didn’t bet, it would be utterly embarrassing!


    "Don’t bet with him..." another ssmate whispered to dissuade him.


    "You can listen to your ssmate. After all, Seventh Middle School produces nothing but losers; we’re used to that," Huang Faughed loudly.


    "That’s nonsense!" The bespectacled boy clenched his teeth hard and shouted, "I’ll bet with you!"


    "Hey!" His ssmate jumped in fright. "Are you crazy?"


    Huang Fa immediately smiled, "Good, everyone heard it; he agreed to bet with me. Later, please be my witnesses. If he doesn’t kneel and beg for mercy, we can’t let him off the hook!"