The seventh layer rest area.
A burst of enthusiastic cheering erupted.
Kendi had already achieved three consecutive victories, though he was battered and bruised, barely hanging on, yet still standing tall on the arena.
Su Mo looked at the result, showing a symbolic bright smile.
Betting was quite fun; his chips had skyrocketed from ten million Star Coins to forty million Star Coins.
Beside him, Angelo shouted excitedly, "Brother, you're awesome! What are we betting on next?"
Angelo, following Su Mo's bets, also earned a fortune.
But Prison Director Fezack was unusually angry: "Damn it, losing even this!"
He wasn't worried about the Star Coins but was losing face.
"Prison Director Fezack, admit defeat graciously, don't get mad,"
Angelo said excitedly.
"Get lost, am I that kind of person? Su Mo, I'm curious, how are you so sure Kendi would definitely win?"
"Gut feeling, some people are inherently dangerous, especially in life-and-death fights."
