If they gambled 1 vs. 1 and Qin Wentao lost, Ling Tianqi would pay Qin Wentao and wouldn't care about the other gamblers.
"I'll sit opposite this gentleman." Leng Xiaoyao pointed at Qin Wentao's helper.
"Sure." The man agreed.
Finally, Qin Wentao's other friend sat opposite Pei Heran.
"Are the chips limited when we bet every time? Or can we bet as much money as we want?" asked Leng Xiaoyao. If they could bet as much money as they wanted, she could make them lose all the money within a few rounds.
"Less than a hundred thousand yuan every time," Qin Wentao said. Before he became wary of Leng Xiaoyao, he would have said they could bet as much money as they wanted, but now he didn't dare to say that.
"No problem." Leng Xiaoyao answered. Anyway, it would also be quick if they bet a hundred thousand yuan every time.
At the first round, before they clearly knew Leng Xiaoyao's abilities, Leng Xiaoyao bet at long odds.
