Following this voice, two stationary digits appeared in the sky with a wave of Lawrence’s hand. They were both zero.

Betting?

Xu Yangyi was somewhat surprised. He’d never heard about this part. But it seemed more like this tradition had already been done many times.

“Mr. X.” The handsome young man across from him spoke up and explained in a voice that couldn’t be nitpicked, “I am very honored to meet you. The arena is located in a stabilized spatial crack. The cost to active it is quite great. The betting segment is the way Vatican City’s New York branch recoups the funds for activating it. They will take a thirty percent cut of the proceeds. There is betting for each round.”

Xu Yangyi nodded and looked at the numbers in the sky that continued to be as calm as a lake. He smiled and said, “In that case, how come no one is activating it right now?”

The young man’s lips twitched, but he lowered his head as he mumbled and said nothing.

Xu Yangyi thought to himself and then couldn’t help but break out in laughter.

Yes… who wasn’t afraid of smearing a master spirit-technician’s face? How could they possibly put a bet down just like that, in his presence?

Lawrence...