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Ye Qing and his group entered the plaza, and before they had even arrived at the prefecture's Fortune Gang and sat down, they heard a wave of warm cheers from the crowd.

All he saw was the bare-chested man on the stage having his jaw hit by the rod wielding young man. He stood stiffly on the stage for a moment before losing all consciousness. Then with a loud bang, his entire body fell onto the stage, unconscious.

"It's quite lively." Ye Qing felt the cheers of the crowd and sighed.

It had to be said that the seats occupied by the Prefecture Faction were all at the front row near the arena. They were at the center of the entire square and could clearly feel the heated cheers coming from all directions.

"Of course." Pavilion Master Zhang nodded and explained, "After all, if the person on the stage wins, those who bet on him will be able to earn a huge sum of money. Under the stimulation of money, the mood of the crowd will naturally soar."

Just as he finished speaking, two bodyguards carrying sabers and armors, each holding a cloth bag in their hands, followed behind a middle-aged man holding an account book. They walked slowly in front of a crowd not too far away.

If he wanted to place a bet on the candidates, he only needed to register with the middle-aged man and pay the wager fee to obtain the right to bet.

The gambling house was jointly organized by the heads of the Jianghu in Jiangnan. With the guarantee of reputation, no one was afraid of being defaulted by the dealer if they bet on the winner.

"Master Ye, Princess, would you like to try it out? "The biggest bet in every game is one thousand silver taels." Pavilion Master Zhang tried asking.

"I don't need it." Ye Qing shook his head and asked Fan Yan Rou who was beside him, "Yan Rou, what about you?"

"I bet on that youth with the Tiger Finger." Fan YanRou looked at the crowd in the stands and took out a note worth a thousand taels of silver.

Looking at the arena, he saw that the two people had already left. The new person who walked onto the stage was a tall and sturdy man, holding a short iron rod in each hand, and a skinny youth with blade-less fingers on his hands.

This youth was the Yan Xiaohu that Ye Qing had met before.

Today's gambling house was run by Han Qing, the head of the Jianghu in Dunning County. The odds he gave to the two of them were 5 to 1 and 1 to 10.

Although Yan Xiaohu's odds were very high, for example, he bet 100 taels of silver on his win, which would earn him 1000 taels of silver. In addition to the principal, he had a total of 1100 taels of silver, which was 10 times the odds!

However, among the thousands of people present, there were very few who bet on Yan Xiaohu, and there were only five who bet on Yan Xiaohu for a maximum of a thousand taels of silver, just like Fan Yanrou.

In most people's eyes, as long as Yan Xiaohu was hit by the big guy's iron stick, the duel would be over.

On the other hand, with Yan Xiaohu's thin and weak physique, he was still using the Tiger Finger without a sharp blade. This way, even if he punched the tall and sturdy man dozens of times, it would not be painful at all.

Naturally, most of the people here were betting on the tall and sturdy man.

In just five minutes, the total amount of money bet on the burly man was two hundred thousand silver taels, causing nearly a hundred people in charge of collecting the bets to be extremely busy.

Very quickly the competition started, under the shouts of the crowd, the tall and sturdy man on the stage did not have any thoughts of defending, he fiercely swung his cast iron stick and rushed towards Yan Xiaohu, causing him to dodge in a sorry state.

Looking at the seemingly undefeated Yan Xiaohu, Fan Yan Rou's expression was calm, while Ye Qing shook his head at the crowd's shouts for the burly man.