Half an hour later, Wu Dongheng was called to the table again, and James and the others each took out their increased bets.

Wu Dongheng glanced at them casually, still looking disdainful, then took out even fewer documents from his briefcase and threw them on the table.

Seeing this, James said with dissatisfaction:

"Mr. Wu, our bets have increased, but yours don't seem to have increased much."

Wu Dongheng picked up the increased bet from James and said:

"Do you think I'm stupid? You think we don't have this lithography machine you brought out? We not only have it, but it's no worse than yours."

Furthermore, regarding the manufacturing process of this smoothbore cannon barrel, what era are we living in? Who still uses this kind of cannon barrel?

In other words, you're so shameless that all these bets combined are only worth the little bit I added.

Taken individually, this isn't even a gamble; it's more like a bonus. It'd be too much of a burden to fill in the history of modern weapons development.

"If you don't understand what a bet is, I can explain it to you for free."

The stakes are what the other person doesn't have, but wants.

Take these government bonds, for example. You may not have the money, but I do, so I use them as a bet, and that's what gives them value.

Do you understand? Idiot.

Wu Dongheng left behind a comment that seemed like a waste of time, then picked up his suitcase and once again made a grand exit from the round table.

As Wu Dongheng left, the red-haired burly man also spoke up with a sarcastic remark:

"I thought you guys were just powerless and poor, but I didn't expect you to be so stupid. You guys can play by yourselves next time, I won't participate."

It would be easier for me to simply exchange the antiques Mr. Wu wanted for government bonds.

After saying that, the red-haired, burly man also left the round table.

Back in the rest area, Wu Dongheng complained, looking speechless:

"I wanted to play big, but I didn't expect these guys to be just lackeys. They look tough, but they don't have any real say."

Ye Zi, still seated on horseback, continued her mental attack, responding with a smile:

"So, does that mean we can only try to fleece the bookmakers?"

"More or less."

At this moment, James and his friends gathered together, puzzled as to why Wu Dongheng was so arrogant this time. Only one person had signed up to participate, so how good could he be?

They have already formed a team of more than fifty people to prepare for an attack. Can they withstand an attack by so many people?

But that's clearly impossible.

The five men sent by the Japanese and the five men sent by the Koreans were all experts in swordsmanship and close combat, while the five men sent by the Bald Eagles were a combination of technology and ruthless skills.

Previous competitions have already proven this.

But if you eliminate all the impossible options, then even the most outrageous ones can only be the answer.

But thinking of the 50 billion yuan in national debt in Wu Dongheng's hands, the group couldn't help but lick their lips.

They get a cut of the winnings, even if it's only one percent, it's still a lot, at least tens of millions.

"Should we activate the backup betting?" someone asked.

These bets belong to the state, but the profits are their own. If they can get such a large share, it's not unreasonable to take a gamble.

James nodded, then took out his satellite phone and began contacting his superiors.

His reasoning was that Wu Dongheng must have found allies, and the players he sent should be stronger than before, so he increased the stakes.

I also emphasized the 50 billion yuan in government debt IOU.

Sure enough, after some discussion, the person on the other end of the phone agreed to the request to use the backup betting odds.

James agreed, and the others also called their superiors, giving the same story, except they added that James had already approved their requests.

Soon, the request to activate the backup betting pool was unanimously approved, and Wu Dongheng was once again invited to the round table.

After glancing at the increased stakes in his hand, Wu Dongheng opened his briefcase, took out a quarter of the document, threw it on the table, and then said:

"Next time there's a competition like this, none of you should come. Replace us with some people who can actually make decisions. You've flown all this way just to be a mouthpiece. It's a real waste of time."

Ignoring the expressions of James and the others, Wu Dongheng turned to look at the antiques that had been used as stakes.

With each item inspected, Wu Dongheng's smile deepened.

After checking the last item, Wu Dongheng's smile stretched almost to his ears.

After returning to the rest area, Ye Zi asked:

"It's done?"

"It's done. These people brought quite a few treasures, and they should have taken them all out by now."

"After I win the match, how can I guarantee they will keep their promise and let us take those things with us?"

"A strong nation is our guarantee. We're here, but there's more than one satellite in the sky. How about Dongfeng Express?"

Ye Zi raised an eyebrow. If Wu Dongheng said that, then there was an absolute guarantee.

Ye Zi suppressed her murderous aura, dismounted, and began to remove her equipment.

Each piece of clothing removed is stored in the space and then replaced with parts crafted by the system.

Finally, regarding the weapons, Ye Zi did not choose to use the ones provided by Wang Dachui, but instead placed the tungsten steel double maces on the weapon.

After removing her armor, Ye Zi turned and walked towards where Tu Fu was.

Ye Zi picked up a bag from the small trailer next to Tu Fu, opened it, and found a whole bundle of US dollars inside. She picked up a bundle and threw it away casually, and then threw the US dollars out of the bag one after another.

The open space next to Tu Fu was the arena. He waited for Ye Zi to come here, and was challenged quite a few times, but Tu Fu just drank by himself and ignored them completely.

Two bags of US dollars were thrown out, creating a circle with a diameter of about twenty meters. Ye Zi shouted:

"A free-for-all, five million per round, the survivors take the money."

Ye Zi's words stunned the surrounding contestants. The arena had always been one-on-one, and they had never heard of a free-for-all before. Moreover, the stakes were five million US dollars, which was no small amount.

Most of the bonuses for the contestants are provided by the forces that sent them, and the stakes in the arena are also paid by the forces behind them. They are usually one million, but now they have become five million. What should be done?

Ye Zi was well aware of these circumstances. Wu Dongheng had finished digging the pit, and now it was his turn. He wanted to test Ye Zi's strength in advance, and now was the perfect opportunity. However, the appearance fee that was originally for five people had now become that of one person, which was a difficult situation.

James and his teammates only had two options: give up or raise the money.

Ye Zi is the initiator; if he doesn't leave, this arena can't continue.

Among the onlookers, some immediately left to report the situation, while Ye Zi calmly waited.

After discussing it, James and his friends decided to pay to participate in the ring battle, as this was their last chance to test Ye Zi's strength.

If they give up, Ye Zi will definitely not agree to challenge them again.

Although the stakes have been set, the worst-case scenario is that Ye Zi's strength completely overwhelms the others, causing them to lose the match and the bet.

They lost on the spot, but they could control the betting odds and make up for their losses when betting on the sidelines.