Luo Wei's fighting spirit soared after hearing everyone's words.
"Fine, I'll represent you all and gamble with this brat!"
Surrounded by the crowd, Luo Wei walked up to Yang Fei and said coldly.
"Kid, can't you see the situation? Today you don't get to refuse this bet."
Yang Fei shook his head with exaggerated swagger and refused in one bite, the sound crisp like chewing five-spice beans.
Luo Wei almost ground his teeth to dust, and held up two fingers. "Two Kunlun fruits. Do you dare or not?"
As he spoke, he waved his hand. A bodyguard got off the armored vehicle again, carrying down another fridge. Inside the fridge, a Kunlun fruit was frozen solid.
Off to the side, Milan stared at Yang Fei in shock, feeling both annoyed and amused.
This guy scammed one Kunlun fruit off them and that wasn't enough—he actually conned a second one. Truly, greed has no upper limit.
Yang Fei stood there, his eyes rolling around like marbles, as if still hesitating.
