Chapter 5601: Whose Mischievous Brat Is This?
The old man felt a surge of panic and couldn't help but inwardly groan.
This mischievous, rotten little kid!
He truly spoke with the innocence of a child, daring to blurt out anything.
But don't you know, this old man had genuinely planned it that way.
He wanted to make a quick buck and then run. Anyway, they would all be closely watching the competition later.
As the bookie running the gambling den, he was guaranteed to win and never lose.
However, his little scheme was actually exposed by a small child. This was truly the bane of his existence.
"Grandpa, why the long face? Did I hit the nail on the head?" Mo Baobao scrutinized him with a suspicious look.
Hearing the child, those who had placed bets felt even more that something was off with the old man.
"Old man, you're not trying to swindle us, are you?"
Got brave, did you?
Dare to trick so many of them? Are you looking for death or looking for death?
The old man, running the gambling den, felt a pang of guilt. He stiffened his neck and angrily retorted, "Child, you, you mustn't talk nonsense. I, I'm right here! Why, why would I run? Where could I possibly run to?"
"Watch him, watch him." Several young people said, uneasy. "We'll take turns guarding this person."
"That won't do." Mo Baobao said innocently, "Dear uncles and aunties, if the match gets exciting later, your attention will definitely be drawn to it."
"The child has a point, so what do we do?" Some who had paid their betting money frowned and exchanged glances.
"Look, this grandpa's calculations are quite shrewd. At first, he made us bet on who would win or lose, and we even signed a written agreement and pressed our handprints, right? But if it's a draw, neither side loses nor wins, and Grandpa definitely takes all as the bookie."
Everyone slapped their thighs in realization, "That's right!"
They hadn't paid attention when they placed their bets, but as soon as the child mentioned it, it was indeed true.
The old man: ...
"Now, Grandpa isn't even satisfied with taking all as the bookie. He's trying to run off with the money! He doesn't care about wins or losses, all the stakes are his."
Everyone glared in anger, while the old man was on the verge of tears.
"Now, to keep Grandpa here, I have a method."
"Child, tell us, what method?"
"Yes, yes, speak up, uncle will help you."
"Yes, yes, child, auntie's got your back, just say it."
Mo Baobao nodded, "What if we use a cover, and cover Grandpa with several layers to prevent him from running away? Then we can watch the match with peace of mind."
Everyone clapped their thighs in approval.
"Right, right, use that defensive spirit artifact to cover him."
"Yes, and then use the God-Locking Rope to fix him inside the defensive cover."
"Right, right! Let's do that. The child is really smart."
The old man wanted to cry. He glared at Mo Baobao resentfully. "Whose mischievous brat is this?! Where are his parents? Why don't they hurry up and take this troublemaker away!"
Mo Baobao confidently looked at the old man, who was now fixed inside several layers of defensive covers with his feet bound by the God-Locking Rope.
He looked at him with sympathy and said with heartfelt emotion, "Grandpa, don't panic, just wait patiently here. The match will be over soon."
If the old man could escape from this cover now, he'd wish he could smash this child into the ground with a hammer.
"You and your incessant chatter! If it weren't for this child, how would I have ended up so miserable?"
"Uncle, let's squeeze in and watch the match," Mo Baobao said, completely relieved now, patting Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng was already dumbfounded.