"My God, he's going all in again. Can he hit it one more time?" the American commentator exclaimed in astonishment.

But Xie Bing of China's Sports Channel said something different. "Zhang Bin is betting everything on one area again," he announced excitedly. "This shows his absolute confidence. Let's see how much he can win this time!"

"He must hit it, aaaaah..."

Countless Chinese viewers were shouting frantically. At this moment, they forgot everything, completely captivated by the wager.

"Hit, hit, hit..."

"Win, win, win..."

Ma Rufei and Chen Chaoyue had gone mad, waving their clothes frantically in the air.

And Betty and her two friends, at some point, had taken off their bras and were waving them wildly in the air, shouting at the top of their lungs.

When American women go crazy, they can be quite terrifying.

The audience rooting for Changdao Sheng, of course, booed, hoping Zhang Bin would miss.

Changdao Sheng, however, wore a scornful smile. He stood there proudly, certain that Zhang Bin would miss.

The little ball slowed, rolling toward the area Zhang Bin had bet on. Finally, it settled into that very section and came to a complete stop.

"He hit it!"

"He won!"

"Number one!"

"Lick the shoe, you man from the Island Nation!"

"..."

The excited shouts of the audience erupted from every corner of the Earth. Because of the bet between Zhang Bin and the Island Nation's Changdao Sheng, television viewership had skyrocketed by an unknown multiple. Now that the result was in, they naturally started shouting like mad. A much better spectacle was about to begin: the shoe-licking.

As for who would be licking whose shoe, they didn't really care.

"Wow... We won! We really won!"

Ma Rufei and Chen Chaoyue could hardly believe it. They were stunned for a moment before they started shouting crazily.

Betty and her two friends simply threw their bras into the air, the colorful fabrics making for a surprisingly pretty sight.

Sanchahe Village had also become an ocean of joy, with all the villagers cheering wildly.

All the pets were barking excitedly as well.

Mother Zhang looked around triumphantly. "Did you see that? Did you see that? I told you my son would crush those three Kings of Gamblers, and now look! He's crushed them into dust. Even the second-place Changdao Sheng has to lick his shoe."

"My dear, you truly are amazing," Mother Cheng complimented excitedly from the side. "Your prediction was so accurate."

The other villagers naturally echoed her sentiments.

Bragging has never felt this good, Mother Zhang muttered to herself. Having an amazing son is just the best!

This time, the odds on the area Zhang Bin bet on weren't high—only 15-to-1—but the payout was still terrifying.

Now Zhang Bin's winnings had reached a staggering total of just over 150 million.

It far surpassed the second-place Changdao Sheng's 45 million.

He was the true number one.

Zhang Bin advanced, and so did Changdao Sheng. They had made it into the top one hundred.

Those who had bet on them reaching the top one hundred began to shout excitedly.

"I won..."

"I'm rich..."

Meanwhile, those who had bet on the 28 eliminated contestants were despondent, beating their chests and stomping their feet in despair.

Those who had previously looked down on Zhang Bin were now incredibly awkward. They could feel a burning pain on their faces; the slap had been far too vicious.

"We won two hundred million USD!"

Ma Rufei and Chen Chaoyue both burst into wild, excited laughter. This time, they had really made a killing.

The three women, however, felt like crying but couldn't shed a tear.

Betty even slapped herself hard across the face. "Why did I bet on him becoming the world champion instead of just making it into the top one hundred?"

"You still have a great chance," Ma Rufei consoled her. "Zhang Bin will definitely become the King of Gamblers."

"Let me tell you a secret," Chen Chaoyue added excitedly. "Zhang Bin's gambling skills are second to none in this world, so you can definitely place a bigger bet. Just follow his lead."

"Really?"

The three women were tempted.

"In the first group, Zhang Bin and Changdao Sheng have taken first and second place, respectively, and will advance!" a referee shouted loudly.

The Chinese audience erupted in frantic cheers once again. Zhang Bin waved to the crowd, acknowledging their support.

As for Changdao Sheng, he felt not a trace of joy at having advanced. His face was ashen, and he clenched his fists so tightly they audibly cracked. At this moment, he wished he could charge over and kill Zhang Bin right there and then.

After all, he was an SS-level Multisystem Ability User—extremely powerful.

He refused to believe Zhang Bin could be a Golden Core Realm Cultivator. Nor could he believe Zhang Bin was an SS-level Multisystem Ability User like himself—Zhang Bin was simply too young. Therefore, he felt confident he could kill Zhang Bin.

But for now, he could only think about it. How could he dare make a move? Not only would he fail to kill Zhang Bin, but he would also be killed by security.

Today's security guards were all S-level and SS-level Superpower Users and Genetically Enhanced Humans. It wasn't out of the question that there were even SSS-level Gene Transformation Humans among them.

When the cheers subsided a bit, Zhang Bin walked up to Changdao Sheng and said with a wicked grin, "You moron. Now, you can lick my shoes. Make sure you get them clean."

Naturally, the cameras immediately focused on Changdao Sheng, and every member of the audience fixed their gaze on his face.

Some were even shouting excitedly, "Lick the shoes! Lick the shoes! Hurry up!"

The combined sound was earth-shattering. Everyone was elated, eagerly anticipating the sight of Changdao Sheng licking shoes.

At this moment, Changdao Sheng's face was flushed crimson. He was filled with regret. Why had he humiliated Zhang Bin? And even if he did, why did he have to accept the bet?

This was a miserable outcome. He had to lick the man's shoes. And in front of the entire world, too! How tragic was that? He would undoubtedly become a laughingstock for ages.

Great Amaterasu! Why didn't you bless me? Why did you let me lose to this bastard?! Changdao Sheng screamed furiously in his heart.

"What, not ready yet?" Zhang Bin taunted with a wicked smile. "I'm telling you, you'd better not keep me waiting. The whole world will curse your ancestors for eighteen generations, and they're not a patient bunch."

"You...!" Changdao Sheng was so furious he nearly spat blood. He stared at Zhang Bin with a venomous glare, wishing he could devour him alive.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's wait and see how skilled the Island Nation's King of Gamblers is at licking shoes," said Xie Bing, the commentator from China's Sports Channel, with a broad smile.

"Hahaha..." The countless Chinese viewers burst out in ecstatic laughter.

The American commentator was more diplomatic. "Let's see if Changdao Sheng will welsh on the bet. If he does, it will damage his reputation as the King of Gamblers of the Island Nation."

Some audience members were growing impatient, shouting frantically, "Lick the shoes! Lick the shoes! C'mon, for fuck's sake!"

Of course, the loudest shouts came from Ma Rufei and Chen Chaoyue, who nearly screamed their throats raw.

To lick, or not to lick?

At that moment, Changdao Sheng hesitated, his gaze gradually falling on Zhang Bin's shoe...

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