Standing beside Qin Chen, Lin Songyun and Han Xinkui both showed a look of astonishment.
They each glanced at Xuu Qian with a face full of pity.
"You want to gamble-fight with me? You sure?"
Qin Chen asked for confirmation.
"Of course."
Xuu Qian spoke with righteous indignation: "Our win or loss will depend entirely on our own strength."
"I have three hundred and fifty Identity Creeds on hand. I know you definitely don't have that many, so how about this: I'll put out a hundred Identity Creeds to bet with you, how about it?"
Qin Chen put on a helpless, amused expression.
Xuu Qian immediately sneered: "I'm just saying, don't tell me you don't even have a hundred Identity Creeds on you?"
"That'd be kind of pathetic. How about this, you tell me how many Identity Creeds you have, we'll set the stake based on your situation, alright?"
Relying on the three hundred and fifty Identity Creeds in his hand, his attitude was obviously very arrogant.
Qin Chen chuckled.
