As the Blonde was preparing the cash, a middle-aged man suddenly stepped forward and exclaimed, "Wait!"
Everyone's gaze collectively turned to the middle-aged man. Curious, Feng Zhixiao asked, "Wait for what? My man, I need the money now. What, thinking of backing out after losing the bet?"
"No, that's not it!" the middle-aged man hastily shook his head, smiling at Feng Zhixiao and the others. "Because the amount is substantial, we must count it thoroughly! I hope you can understand!"
"Fine, we'll wait right here. Hurry up and count it clearly for us!" Feng Zhixiao nodded.
On the stage, Jones's emergency treatment had ended, and he was put on a stretcher and then lifted into an ambulance. The audience was not happy. Losing the match meant losing money. Many people had bet tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of dollars on Jones, some even bringing their relatives and friends with them. As a result, those who lost were in deep sorrow. Many spectators sobbed loudly.
