Mo He looked at the distant square and asked, "Everyone, who do you think will win?"
"Naturally, our Giant City's Night General will win," said a member from a family in No.3 Border City. "Look, Jing Family's Jing Lin isn't even setting up a betting pool this time."
Mo He nodded slightly as he looked at Jing Lin who was leisurely lounging in the distance.
Indeed, as a member of a large family, it was a mystery why he had been so strapped for cash recently.
Despite rumors that he had won quite a few good items from setting up betting pools, even pocketing some Grade A weapons, he still claimed to be very poor. He murmured with some processors from City No.3 about rivers of blood and burglaries, among other odd comments. If one didn't know any better, they might have thought the Blood God Faction had raided his home.
These days, whenever there was a friendly sparring match and Jing Lin was present, he would set up a betting pool. It had become one of the amusements of late.
