"You!"
Zhang Yan shot Zhang Hao a venomous look. However, since even her backer had left, she knew she was no match for Zhang Hao and could only slink away, planning to seek revenge later.
"Boss, that woman really needed a lesson," Zhang Jianfeng snorted coldly.
Zhang Hao nodded and said, "Alright, let's go register. This clan competition is our chance to make a name for ourselves."
"Boss, you can definitely get into the top ten," Zhang Jianfeng looked at Zhang Hao with trust in his eyes.
Zhang Hao was slightly taken aback, then rapped Zhang Jianfeng on the head. Looking at the somewhat wronged Zhang Jianfeng, he swore and said, "Damn it, are you looking down on your boss? Top ten? If I don't get first place, I'll be too embarrassed to stay in the Zhang Family!"
"First place?"
Zhang Jianfeng looked at Zhang Hao with admiration and said, "Boss, you really aim high! First place is something I wouldn't even dare to think about."
"Damn it, if you could reach this level, you'd be the boss," Zhang Hao said with a laugh and a curse.
At this moment, the entire training ground was bustling with people.
Zhang Hao and Zhang Jianfeng went to the registration area together to get their tags. At the same time, Zhang Hao learned that his first opponent was named Zhang Jie, a Martial Artist at the Sixth Level.
"Boss, look quickly," Zhang Jianfeng pointed towards the northwest corner.
"What's that place? It looks quite lively," Zhang Hao was a bit curious.
Zhang Jianfeng smiled and said, "Boss, that's a gambling den. Every time there's a clan competition among the major families, or a big tournament, you'll find a gambling den."
"Oh!"
Zhang Hao nodded slightly. He also knew about the existence of gambling dens. They were almost everywhere because they were backed by the major merchant associations, which had considerable capital. Furthermore, with the support of these associations, the gambling dens had excellent credibility. There were almost no cases reported where winnings couldn't be cashed out.
"Let's go take a look too," Zhang Hao's interest was piqued.
The two of them arrived at the gambling den's counter one after the other. The place was already packed with a noisy crowd. Countless Zhang Family Disciples were waiting there to place their bets.
"Zhang Xihui versus Zhang Erniu. Betting on Zhang Xihui pays 3 to 1. Betting on Zhang Erniu pays 1 to 1."
The manager of the gambling den shouted.
"Damn it, why are my odds higher than Zhang Erniu's!" A young man was very displeased. Clearly, the gambling den favored Zhang Erniu more.
Zhang Hao finally squeezed in. He looked at the manager and asked, "Manager, I wonder about the odds for Zhang Hao versus Zhang Jie?"
"Oh, that match. Betting on Zhang Hao to win pays 90 to 1. Betting on Zhang Jie pays 1 for every 20 bet. However, a lot of people are betting on this match. Because there's not much suspense about the outcome, it's a guaranteed win if you bet on Zhang Jie." The gambling den manager looked a bit helpless.
It was normal for the gambling den manager to be helpless. What they disliked the most were matches with no suspense, because they were guaranteed to lose money. Fortunately, with odds paying 1 for every 20 bet, even though they would lose, it wouldn't be too much.
Zhang Hao felt a stampede of alpacas in his heart; this was blatant contempt. His odds were actually this high.
Zhang Jianfeng also felt very angry. His boss being looked down upon was the same as him being looked down upon. No, it was even more serious than him being looked down upon.
"Are you betting on Zhang Jie to win? We've stopped taking bets on this match now." The manager glanced at Zhang Hao and said impatiently.
Although gambling dens couldn't just suspend betting on a specific match according to regulations, stopping after accepting a certain amount of bets was still within the rules. After all, gambling dens couldn't operate at a loss.
"No, I'm betting on Zhang Hao to win." A devilish smile appeared on Zhang Hao's face.
