"What a freaking show-off!"

"So darn annoying!"

"I really thought he was the poorest... turns out he’s a filthy rich dog!"

"Shameless!"

"Totally not human!"

"..."

Mo Gan Yun and the other seven were all looking at each other: Didn’t you say yesterday you were the poorest? And now... suddenly a thousand yuan?

Even the inspector behind the desk responsible for registering and collecting money was stunned, couldn’t help but look at Zhao Shanhe.

Because Fang Che’s odds were one to eight.

If Fang Che became the captain, the Southeast Headquarters would have to pay out eight thousand Top grade Spirit Crystals!

This certainly isn’t a small amount!

Zhao Shanhe laughed heartily and said: "Since Inspector Fang wants to give our Southeast Headquarters a welfare, we’ll happily accept it!"

Zhao Shanhe was even a bit pleased.

Because of Fang Che, he’d been holding back for so long, bearing the blame for so long, now, making this kid lose a thousand Top grade Spirit Crystals is sort of a relief.

Fang Che is currently just a Second grade Martial Emperor, even if he’s a genius, how could he fight a Ninth Grade Martial Emperor? How could he play against a Second Rank Monarch?

This is definitely a losing battle!

Everyone else thought the same, each looking at this silly moneybags Inspector Fang like he was insane, constantly sighing, thinking, if only I were the bookmaker now, how good would that be?

So the matter was thus settled.

The eight of them immediately sat down.

Mo Gan Yun sat beside Fang Che, frowned and asked: "Why didn’t you bet on me? That thousand yuan, isn’t it just thrown away?"

Fang Che glanced sideways: "You speak as if betting on you means a sure win."

"Hehe... I’m sure to win!"

"Hehe..."

Fang Che said indifferently: "Little Yunyun, we’ve known each other for so long, when have you ever seen me do a losing business? This red cloth, and you still think you’ll get it in this life? Are you crazy?!"

He turned his head, eyes fixed on Mo Gan Yun’s face, and said indifferently: "Has your brain... not been working properly recently?"

If someone else with such a gap in cultivation said this, Mo Gan Yun would definitely retort immediately.

But with Fang Che saying it, the situation was different.

Mo Gan Yun couldn’t help but feel uncertain at the scene.

Could it be... this guy really is that confident? I can’t actually lose, right?

No need for everyone to draw lots. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

The leaders above directly arranged it.

"Try to fight a grudge match."

That was the theme of this martial arts fight to seize the marshal position.

"First match, Feng Xiangdong, against Yu Zhongge!"

Feng Xiangdong stood up gracefully, hands behind his back, looking at Yu Zhongge, his former underling, from his lofty position, full of elegance and dignity.

He said indifferently: "Yu Laosan, aren’t you going to admit defeat? Or do you really want to fight me?"

Yu Zhongge was somewhat apprehensive of this former boss.

After all, he had no idea what this big brother’s current strength was.

He bowed respectfully and said: "Brother Dong, I’m just seeking guidance. Please go easy on me, Brother Dong."

Feng Xiangdong said gracefully: "Sure, sure, if you can’t hold on, just say so."

"Alright."

Yu Zhongge agreed honestly, completely portraying an image of submissiveness.

Everyone saw this and understood.

This Yu Zhongge was in trouble.

This is definitely a crushing match.

Those who bet on Yu Zhongge had already started lamenting with regret: "I bet on a loser! So darn speechless..."

In the arena, Feng Xiangdong, hands behind his back, elegantly addressed the entire audience: "I have a suggestion."

"Speak."

"I suggest that this match not only fights for the marshal position and decides who gets the captain’s spot, but also determines the hierarchy among the brothers. The big brother is naturally the captain, but who’s the Old er? Who’s the Old third? That also needs to be settled!"

"This way, the hierarchy among brothers and the captain’s position are both settled, isn’t it wonderful? This also facilitates our future interactions among the eight brothers in terms of addressing and respecting each other."