"What's going on?" Song Yun asked in a low voice.
"It's obviously a martial arts duel," Tang Lin said. "Whenever we're free, we like to pair up and compare skills, and of course, there's betting involved!"
"Oh? What's at stake?" Song Yun raised an eyebrow and asked.
"Lots of things, like certain special materials, cash, or potions. Anyway, you know the National Security Bureau Special Action Department has potions, so we often bet them!" Tang Lin said.
"Oh, did you bet?" Song Yun asked.
"No, I'm all out of stuff, so there's nothing to bet, and I'm not interested in money, so I'm just watching!" Tang Lin said. "Are you interested? If so, you can place a few bets yourself."
"I'll just watch." Song Yun crossed his arms, standing next to Tang Lin, while Fatty, due to his size, had to stand slightly on the outside. He tried to squeeze in but found he couldn't, so he had no choice but to stand in the outer ring helplessly.
