Shen Haoran glanced at the terrified Niu Ben with disdain. He held out his hand and said coolly, "Niu Ben, wasn't it? Do you remember our bet? Where's your Points Token?"
At his words, Niu Ben's heart trembled. He clutched the Points Token in his robes. It held twenty thousand Points—his entire savings. 'How could I possibly be willing to give it to Shen Haoran?'
"What, are you trying to go back on your word? Plenty of disciples saw what happened!" Shen Haoran's brow furrowed as he spoke in a cold voice.
"Yeah, are you trying to back out?" Murong Wanqing, Ling Feng, and Han Xu all closed in. Niu Ben was the one who had begged Shen Haoran to bet with him. Now that he'd lost, he wanted to renege?
The four of them surrounded Niu Ben, questioning him sternly. Feeling the pressure of their combined presence, Niu Ben's expression changed. He had no choice but to reluctantly hand his Points Token to Shen Haoran.
