"Scam you? When did I ever scam you? Sangba, hurry up and place your bet! The odds are already at 5." Deji didn't have time to bother with Xi Hai and quickly turned to glance at Sangba.
Sangba hurried to the bookmaker, taking out all his private savings, "I bet three million on Little Song!"
Three million was no small sum for the bookmaker, either. If he lost, according to the odds of 5, he would have to pay fifteen million!
The bookmaker didn't issue the ticket immediately but asked solemnly, "I don't oppose betting from Tanmu Village, but I need to make sure—the Little Song from your village, is it the little squirrel in your arms?"
Following these words, the village chiefs' noise abruptly stopped, all turning their heads to look at Sangba!
What the heck! Had they been played again?
Luckily, their worries were completely unnecessary. Sangba nodded slightly, "Of course, Little Song is our guardian beast of Tanmu Village!"
