Receiving the message, the fatty suddenly felt a surge of rage boiling inside, with fury rising from the depths of his heart. Fuck your mother! Do you really think I'm scared of you?

A vicious rage abruptly appeared on the fatty's face. Since the opponent proposed a condition, he would escalate the stakes and face them head-on... turning the bet into a chip for his own comeback.

Yes, he's going to go all out and bet everything he has, even borrowing money from Blade Warrior. That's right, Blade Warrior had promised to fulfill one of his requests before. This is a good opportunity; he has to borrow more and engage in a big gamble with the opponent.

But the fatty was rational, more so than anyone else. His petty bourgeois heart suddenly thought of a problem: if the opponent was so confident, could they be incredibly strong? So strong that even he might not be able to defeat them? Perhaps it would be better to find some external help.

Like asking Sky Shadow for help, or asking Feng Yi. Oh right, Feng Yi is no longer here, and Sky Shadow would unlikely participate in such a trivial battle, so this is improbable.

Wait a minute, another crucial realization suddenly struck the fatty: Feng Yi is gone, Kexiao is gone. That is to say, Sky Shadow is now the strongest mobile warrior in the world.

If we're just talking about Mecha Battle, even Sky Shadow would fear him during the outbreak phase. So how the hell could he, the fatty, be afraid of a virtual game player?

Fuck it! Let's do this! Granted, his chances of winning against Sky Shadow aren't necessarily high, maybe 30-70, maybe 20-80, or even 10-90, but it's undeniable that even as an Outbreak-style Sky Shadow, facing the maximal output from the fatty involves certain risks. Any slight carelessness could lead to defeat.

The fatty and Hugo are in the same phase, both at the peak period of Red Cloak. But don't be fooled by the term 'Red Cloak'; they're exceptional beyond the normal range of Red Cloaks.

Take Hugo for comparison; during his Maximal Outbreak phase, he could go head-to-head against Revenge Shadow Rider and suppress Jiu Ling. In other words, whatever Hugo can do, the fatty can do too. Even Sky Shadow and Jiu Ling have to choose to defend against them because the odds of winning are already high for the first two; going all out against such desperate fighters would be a total loss.

Unfortunately, the fatty was naturally as timid as a mouse, cherishing his life more than anyone else, so he wouldn't show off too much on the battlefield. But it's different in the game. He can definitely unleash 120% of his combat power without worrying about all the concerns on the actual battlefield.

For all these reasons, the fatty suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard...

Fuck! Who is he? He is the special Red Cloak of the Normandy super fleet, at the same level as Hugo of the Federation. How could he possibly be afraid of just a gamer?

Is he not ashamed? Losing face? What's at stake is not just his own reputation, but also the face of the Normandy fleet, of Feng Yi, and of the fellow super soldiers of the Federation he fought side by side with. Even that of foes like Kexiao, Jiu Ling, Heinous, Xia Mu, the super sharpshooter Mu Tou, and Soaring Sword Dragon. These are the main forces he's fought against in life and death battles, truly top aces standing atop the world, far surpassing the white-robed levels of game rankings.

The fatty even imagined such a scenario: if Kexiao or Feng Yi saw him, even their calm eyes would surely reveal surprise, shocked that he would fear such a challenge. He even thought that if he had really gone to ask Sky Shadow for help just now, Sky Shadow would definitely reprimand him without courtesy—no, he would turn away indifferently, leaving behind words, saying: "You don't deserve to say you've fought side by side with super soldiers, whether enemies or comrades." That would be a deeper denial.

In an instant, the fatty exploded with anger at his own cowardice, feeling an unbearable shame. In the tumult of his thoughts, he immediately dialed Blade Warrior's Heavenly Communication without hesitation.

"What do you want?"

"To borrow money."

"Borrow money?"

"Yeah, borrow money, a lot of it." The fatty's voice trembled slightly, "Didn't you promise to fulfill one request for me? I want to borrow money."

"Alright, tell me."

"One million, no, two million, no no no, ten million, just ten million." The fatty thought he shouldn't be too greedy; this amount was already a significant fortune for him.

"Is that enough?"

"Huh? Well, then..."

"Alright, ten million it is. I'm transferring it to your account now."

As Heavenly Communication hung up, Zhang Xiaobo's phone instantly chimed with a transfer notification. Staring at the numerous zeroes in the amount, he suddenly felt a bit dazed...

This was indeed ten million, but something felt off somehow. Damn it, what was he thinking? Why had he asked to borrow this ten million instead of demanding it, especially considering Blade Warrior had originally promised to meet a request within his capacity, and ten million was nothing to a Combat Power Tester company.

His estate, his villa, his castles, and his luxury yachts were all going down the drain because of this ten million. Damn, what an idiot he was.

The fatty lifted his hand to slap himself again but quickly pulled back, gently touching his face as lightly as a dragonfly skimming water.

The fatty thought it was enough to just go through the motions. Instead of doing that, it was better to vent more anger on Sinful Hall, who challenged him.

Yes, Sinful Hall. He had to fight Sinful Hall. They wanted a challenge? Fine, he wouldn't just accept the challenge, but bet ten million on it, too.

Quickly pulling out his smartwatch, the fatty decided to convert cash to Game Coins at a 1:1 ratio. He double-checked his account details obsessively, fearing any input error. Following biometric verification, he immediately logged into the game to check his balance.

Right after logging in, he saw the staggering amount of 10,008,300. The sheer number made his head spin. The fatty decided to exchange 8300 Game Coins for a relatively advanced Mecha he was more familiar with, as he wasn't well-acquainted with Shadow Rider's models and didn't know which model the opponent would use. Continuing to operate his 0001 model would be disadvantageous and might even lead to losing everything, which is why the fatty decided to switch to his most familiar model, the Assembly No. 9.

The price of the Assembly No. 9 model in the game was not exorbitant, ranking in the upper-middle tier. It was much cheaper than a Super Warrior and a bit better than the mediocre ones, priced at 6000 Gold Coins. The fatty used the remaining change to briefly upgrade his equipment.

Hey, just perfect, not a coin more or less. 2000 Gold Coins exactly, and the remaining 300 could be kept as a nest egg.

With this thought in mind, the fatty promptly sent a message back to Sinful Hall and also posted the image on the game forum, making it known to everyone. They wanted a fight? Even better, since that's the case, he was obliged to counterattack fiercely. Come have a wild bet with the fatty if you dare, otherwise, you're not worth it.

The fatty was aware of Sinful Hall; such a super guild should be able to cough up ten million, right?

The public channel went crazy as soon as it saw the fatty's response and the image he posted. His reply was succinct: he was up for a fight but on the condition of a betting match, an epic wager of ten million Game Coins.

For once, the assertive Sinful Hall had met someone even more assertive, demanding ten million straight up. Are you scared?

Within Sinful Hall's guild circle, there was silence after receiving the fatty's message. Some were shocked, some stunned, and some simply didn't know what to make of it. Was he serious or joking? Ten million was no small figure, and that scoundrel had broadcasted the message and image on the public channel.

As a super guild, backing down from this would mean they couldn't show their faces again. Ten thousand was close to a month's expenses for Sinful Hall; if they refused, they might as well stop trying to compete in the guild world.

The turn of events was so sudden, it was no longer a simple issue of fighting or not.

But they had to fight. However, even Sinful Hall had to take this matter seriously now. The vice guild leader Heinous decided to handle the battle personally. After all, there was no need to disturb the guild leader over such a matter.

The fatty quickly received the reply, "Fine, Sinful Hall accepts your bet."

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