Because of his spectacular debut in the first round, Song Qiao attracted considerable attention even before placing his bet.
As soon as he finished betting, the venue erupted in a fresh wave of chatter.
"Again?"
"Is this guy addicted?"
"He should know when to stop, but he's going all in!"
"It's classic gambler's mentality!"
"We'll bet against him, that's the sure way to win! He'll lose everything this round!"
He had bet a massive three hundred million yuan in both consecutive rounds.
Everyone was certain he would lose all his winnings this time.
Consequently, many started placing bets on the opposing side.
Despite the speculation, the young man, having profited over two hundred million, remained unfazed, showing neither joy nor worry.
He appeared to be completely indifferent to the money.
This only fueled the curiosity of many about his identity.
After the bets were placed and before the match began, people gathered in groups, engaging in lively discussions.
"Who is this guy? I've never seen him before!"
"The girl next to him looks familiar. Where did this guy come from?"
"Are you blind! Can't you tell?"
One middle-aged man lowered his voice and explained to the crowd.
"The girl beside him is Jiang Rou. She's been here several times, and it's clear she has a bone to pick with the Third Madam."
"This guy must be the helper Jiang Rou brought to stir up trouble!"
Upon hearing this explanation, the fog of confusion in everyone's minds dissipated.
They couldn't help but nod frequently, finding the explanation plausible.
"That makes sense, but stirring up trouble for the Third Madam, isn't that a bit much?"
"Who cares! The Third Madam is not to be trifled with, but that guy seems capable too. Either way, we're in for some good drama!"
"Honestly, I think he shouldn't push it. He's made money, why not quit while he's ahead?"
"Who's saying he should? Tao Fan is already dead, why is that girl still so persistent?"
"Isn't she afraid the Third Madam will have her secretly... taken care of?"
As he spoke, the man drew his hand horizontally across his throat in a dangerous gesture.
The chatter abruptly ceased with this gesture.
Everyone's heads snapped towards the surveillance camera in the corner.
They could clearly feel a pair of eyes watching them from there!
A chill ran down their spines, and they quickly cleared their throats and dispersed.
They then returned their attention to the current round of the competition.
These whispers did not escape the Third Madam's ears, nor did they evade Song Qiao's senses.
However, Song Qiao couldn't be bothered to pay them any mind. In fact, Song Qiao believed that if the Third Madam truly had the guts,
it would save him a lot of trouble!
But as it stood, the Third Madam was hiding behind the scenes like a cowardly turtle,
leaving him with no choice but to indulge in these tedious gambling games.
He led Jiang Rou to a seat in the lounge area. Song Qiao glanced at the surveillance camera in the corner and said to Jiang Rou,
"Act more relaxed. If we win this time, the Third Madam will surely show herself!"
Jiang Rou looked bewildered, asking,
"The odds for this match are 1.6, even lower than the last one."
"Are you sure the Third Madam will show up?"
"Absolutely!" Song Qiao said with a confident smile as he looked at the monitor. His words seemed deliberately meant for the Third Madam to hear.
"The Zheng family is wealthy, but they can't afford to keep losing like this."
"If she doesn't show her face, I'll win her into bankruptcy!"
*Creak!*
In a private room, the Third Madam stared at the surveillance feed on the large screen, her teeth almost grinding to dust.
Her delicate fists were clenched so tightly that her freshly manicured nails began to bend against her palms.
She seemed completely oblivious, her eyes fixed solely on Song Qiao on the screen.
Murderous intent blazed in her gaze!
"Another three hundred million? Does she really think my money is that easy to make?"
Song Qiao's bet of three hundred million in both rounds was clearly a calculated move.
It was meant to remind her that their objective was to collect a debt!
This only enraged the Third Madam further.
When had she ever endured such humiliation, being hounded for debt like this?
The Third Madam now wished she could throw both of them into a dog fighting pit and feed them to the hounds!
Sensing the Third Madam's surging rage, the two subordinates who had just been replaced grew as silent as cicadas, afraid to utter a word.
After all, their colleague had been carried out with a bloody head just moments ago, and the bloodstains on the floor were still fresh!
The two exchanged glances, unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere.
One of them stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Boss, there's no need to get angry. They've bet on that bull terrier this round."
"Its chances of winning are slim; it will surely return all the money it won from you!"
The other subordinate quickly chimed in, "That's right, Boss!"
"Besides, 'Da Niu' is Young Master Xu's prized pet that he entrusted to us."
"It looks docile, but when it fights, it's a fight to the death!"
"Even if Da Niu gets bitten to death, we can firmly claim that they were secretly up to no good!"
"When Young Master Xu investigates, they won't be able to escape!"
Listening to their reassurances, the Third Madam contemplated the feasibility of their plan.
After a moment, she nodded with some satisfaction.
"Very well! Since Jiang Rou insists on this..."
"Then if they win this round, I'll make sure they never leave this dog fighting arena alive!"