<h4>Chapter 325: Chapter 325 These Three Words, Are Simply an Insult to Him</h4>


    Miyata, standing behind Yamamoto Yu, saw that the two were only talking about tea and not discussing serious matters, and couldn’t help feeling anxious. If it were him with his impatient nature, he would have already been unable to sit still.


    The teacup was quickly emptied, and the servant came over to refill it.


    After almost half an hour had passed, looking at the young tea leaves floating in the cup, a hint of impatience shed in the shrewd eyes of Yamamoto Yu.


    Finally, Yamamoto Yu couldn’t hold it in any longer and blurted out, "I wonder what brought Mr. Gu to see me sote at night?"


    Gu Moqian lowered his eyes, a strange look shing beneath them, yet he continued to drink tea with grace and elegance, utterly charming.


    Putting down the teacup, he responded casually, "The bet at the underground fighting arena, does Mr. Yamamoto still consider it valid?"


    Yamamoto Yu’s face froze for a moment but then quickly returned to normal: "Natural disasters and misfortunes can’t be predicted. Let’s say this bet doesn’t count."


    Miyata, hearing Yamamoto Yu say this, instinctively wanted to argue but was stopped by a nce from Yamamoto Yu.


    Gu Moqian’s lips curled into a faint smile as he looked at Yamamoto Yu, "When we made the bet, we didn’t say natural disasters were not allowed. Is Mr. Yamamoto saying he can’t afford to lose?"


    Yamamoto Yu’s face suddenly looked a bit unpleasant.


    Having mixed on the streets for so long, it was the first time he was so tantly used of being unable to afford losing.


    Those three words were simply an insult to him.


    "Mr. Gu, watch yournguage! How could Mr. Yamamoto not afford to lose? This matter is entirely your..."


    The word "trick" was swallowed back under the sharp stare of Yamamoto Yu.


    Miyata, with a cold face, clenched his fists tightly and was seething with anger at Gu Moqian.


    "Mr. Gu, you have quite the nerve, but you are on the Yamamoto Group’s territory now, so don’t push it," Yamamoto Yu looked at him.


    "I certainly know where I am; I’m just stating facts. Is there anything wrong with that?"


    Their eyes locked, both smiling, but any observant person could see the undercurrents between them.


    It was as if gunpowder filled the air.


    Yamamoto Yu slowly withdrew the smile from his face, his stern gaze fixed on Gu Moqian’s ever-calm demeanor.


    The air was filled with a stifling and eerie atmosphere.


    The servant pouring tea could clearly feel the low-pressure spreading in the air, and after finishing, quickly stepped aside, not daring to make a sound.


    Mr. Yamamoto’s expression was a prelude to being provoked!


    The servant noticed Yamamoto Yu’s hand slightly trembling as he grasped the teacup.


    One would have thought that in the next moment, he would fling the teacup at Mr. Gu’s face, but to the servant’s great surprise, after a long oppressive silence, Yamamoto Yu suddenly released the teacup andughed heartily, "I admire your fearless spirit. Since we have a dispute over the previous bet, why not have another wager?"


    At this point, Gu Moqian had finally waited for the words he wanted to hear.


    Yet he still maintained his calm demeanor, his tone carrying a hint of casualziness: "I’m not a gambler; I’m not that keen on such matters. But if Mr. Yamamoto insists on another bet, I willply. However—"


    He paused appropriately here.


    Fearing he would refuse, Yamamoto Yu hurriedly blurted out, "However, what?"


    Gu Moqian raised his eyes to look at the other, "My bet must include one other person."


    "Who?"


    Yamamoto Yu was quite surprised.