Romantic Medical Immortal

Everyone turned their gazes towards Yang Cheng, eyes full of shock and mockery.

"This kid must have money burning a hole in his pocket, splurging it on that scrawny teenager. That’s ten billion!"

"Isn’t he just putting on a show? He’ll probably regret it later and ask the club to refund him. That’s so naive."

"I wonder whose son he is. If his father finds out, he’ll definitely break his legs."

At this moment, the host’s voice rang out: "A friendly reminder to everyone, once the bet is placed, no regrets. Please check and make sure everything is correct before submitting your bet."

"Hahaha! That kid must’ve bet wrong. He’s really unlucky; the club has no refund policy, so he just has to accept it."

Amidst the sneers and strange looks from all around, Yang Cheng remained indifferent. From the beginning, he wanted to bet on Wu Ji.

Seeing Kong Lingwen looking nervous, Yang Cheng softly said, "I didn’t bet wrong, don’t worry. That kid will win."

His tone was so confident that Kong Lingwen could only accept it. She sipped her champagne and looked up at the real-time information on the big screen.

The betting was still in full swing, with everyone adding more bets. The hottest warrior was Kuang Niu.

According to the guests around, Kuang Niu killed a raging bull with his bare hands previously, so everyone called him Kuang Niu afterward.

The support wasn’t just because Kuang Niu was strong, but also because he was lucky to draw the weakest Fierce Beast.

However, since everyone was betting on Kuang Niu to win, his odds became lower. Even if they won, they wouldn’t earn much.

After the competition, the biggest winner would be the one who won the most prize money and could walk away with three premium beauties and a mysterious gift.

In the past, the mysterious gifts from the club were either rare gems and jades or precious herbs. In any case, they were always treasures worth a fortune.

This is why everyone was trying their best to be the biggest winner, even if they couldn’t win big, winning more would still be good.

"Yang Cheng, why don’t we also put some on Kuang Niu? We could recoup some loses."

Kong Lingwen suggested.

Yang Cheng shook his head, "The probability of him winning isn’t high, and betting on him won’t earn us much. I’ll just bet on Wu Ji."

"What about the others? Who do you think can win?"

Without any hesitation, Yang Cheng said, "Except for Wu Ji and Kuang Niu, the others stand little chance."

Hearing this, Kong Lingwen felt conflicted. She didn’t like this kind of human-animal conflict, as if people didn’t see people as human. But today, they weren’t here to play saints; they were here to catch dirt on Cao Ruibin.

Noticing Kong Lingwen’s thoughts, Yang Cheng said, "There’s no need to pity them; these people are gamblers. They risk their lives for money, and it’s their own choice. It’s not for others to interfere."

"You’re right; I’m overthinking it."

Kong Lingwen took a deep breath and stopped worrying about others, focusing only on the thin young boy in the crowd.

At this moment, across the room, Gao Peng was getting anxious. He was a chronic womanizer who had just spotted two women that perfectly matched his aesthetic.

The women from the club were handpicked and on par with stars in terms of appearance. After systematic training, their bedroom skills were exceptional.

Gao Peng had previously been served by a few women from the club, which felt blissful. He wished he could revel in it for three days and nights.

Today, he had his eyes on one woman from Ying Nation and another blonde beauty from the United States. Completely different styles, but both with curvy bodies, white and voluptuous—enough to make Gao Peng drool.

Looking up at the big screen, seeing everyone was going crazy betting on Kuang Niu, Gao Peng realized he needed to bet the most to become the biggest winner.

But currently, two people had bet more than him, and he needed to bet at least eight billion to get ahead.

Right now, Gao Peng only had one billion in his account, nowhere near enough to compete.

At this moment, Cao Zhihao spoke up, "Xiao Peng, is that all you’re betting? There’s no chance to be the biggest winner with that."

"Brother Hao, I’m out of money. Could you lend me some? I really like those two women. If I can’t get them, I won’t be interested in any other women in the future."

Gao Peng pleaded with a flattering smile, knowing the Cao Family was filthy rich and ten billion was nothing to them.

"That’s not a little bit, you know. If you want to be the biggest winner, you have to put in at least another seven billion. I don’t have that much cash on hand."

Cao Zhihao shrugged helplessly.

"Brother Hao, this Jile Clubhouse is yours. How about selling me those two women or diverting club funds temporarily to cover for me? When I win, I’ll fill this gap."

Gao Peng said with a fawning expression.

Cao Zhihao felt a bit disdainful. This person had too many bad habits, gambling and womanizing, getting infatuated by a few women, rendering him useless.

He even felt that sitting with someone like Gao Peng was lowering his own status.

"I can’t divert funds, and I don’t have that authority. However, you can borrow money from the club, though you’d need to provide collateral."

"Huh? I don’t have anything to offer."

Hearing about collateral, Gao Peng got nervous.

"You don’t, but your dad does. If you want to borrow seven billion, you must mortgage Yunmei Company, but don’t worry, it’s just a formality. If you win and pay back quickly, the club won’t charge you interest."

Cao Zhihao advised warmly.

Across the way, Yang Cheng had his eye on the two’s conversation, a cold smile appearing on his face.

"What are you laughing at?"

Kong Lingwen asked curiously.

"Laughing at Gao Liang’s son being foolish, getting sold and then helping count the money!"

Yang Cheng sneered.

He suddenly thought it might be better to start with Gao Liang. After all, there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests.

He and Kong Lingwen planned to start a pharmaceutical company and had long set their sights on Yun Mei, using this opportunity to acquire the company.

"Sure enough, Cao Ruibin’s son is just like him, full of scheming, not even sparing his allies."

Yang Cheng remarked, then relayed the conversation between the two to Kong Lingwen.

"Is Gao Peng really that stupid, deciding to borrow money?"

Kong Lingwen widened her eyes in disbelief.

Yang Cheng didn’t answer immediately, glanced over, and then nodded.

At this point, Gao Peng had already signed and fingerprinted, mortgaging Yunmei to get the money, which he immediately bet all on Kuang Niu.

Gao Peng quickly surpassed everyone, betting the most on Kuang Niu, but Yang Cheng still had the most bets in the entire venue.

As the betting was about to end, seeing Gao Peng determined to be the biggest winner, no one competed with him, though other guests added a few million to potentially earn more later.