C8 You Are Definitely Going to Win This Thirty Tons

"Change?"

"Is this what you're talking about?"

Cello Everett offered a slight smile, his wrist flicking deftly as a travel case, half as tall as a man, materialized in his hand.

He popped open the case.

Stacks of cash, neatly arranged, greeted them.

"What in the world?"

Eyes widened in shock among the onlookers.

Lay's mouth hung open as he let out a hysterical scream.

"How can this be? This is sorcery, pure sorcery!"

Saitama just laughed.

"Wow, with your mouth hanging open like that, you must have quite the appetite!"

At that, Lay's face turned a shade darker.

Because, if Cello Everett actually produced three billion in cash...

He'd be on the hook to eat thirty tons of... well, you know.

"No way!"

Lay bellowed in fury, "I can't believe it. Who carries three billion in cash on them?"

"I haven't lost yet!"

Bloodshot eyes bulging, Lay insisted, "That case there can't hold more than a hundred million, there's still two point nine billion to go..."

But before Lay could finish his thought.

"Thud!"

Another travel case hit the ground, courtesy of Cello Everett.

And then another.

Before long, thirty travel cases were lined up neatly, each one packed with precisely one hundred million in cash.

"How can this be?"

Lay was stupefied, murmuring in disbelief.

Who walks around with three billion?

If he knew...

That Cello Everett's personal space contained billions more in gold.

Who knows what he'd think?

Cello Everett let out a cold chuckle.

"You've lost!"

Lay, drenched in sweat, turned pleading eyes to Melinde.

The last thing he wanted was to fulfill that disgusting bet.

Melinde, with an odd look on her face, slowly shook her head.

No matter how bizarre the bet, as a witness under the name of Melinde, she was bound to see it through.

Which meant...

Lay was definitely eating those thirty tons.

"I'm done for!"

With a mournful cry, Lay collapsed to his knees.

Scared out of his wits!

Cello Everett spared Lay a contemptuous glance before turning away.

Had Lay not been so bent on his own demise.

Cello Everett wouldn't have wasted his time on such a pest.

Before long.

Melinde's people hauled Lay away, limp as a dead dog.

"Advisor, shall I escort you to view the house?"

As dusk approached, Cello Everett, having purchased a house, naturally intended to make it his home. The stunning consultant, snapping out of her initial shock, spoke up.

"Just a moment. By purchasing this property, you're entitled to a diamond VIP card..."

She didn't get to finish touting the perks of the diamond VIP before Cello Everett dismissed her with a wave of his hand.

"No need!"

Money was of little consequence to him, let alone a VIP card.

The consultant was taken aback once more. During her tenure at Melinde, she had encountered many wealthy individuals, like the billionaire Lay. Yet, she had never come across someone like Cello Everett, who regarded the coveted diamond VIP card of Chuanmei with such indifference.

It was common knowledge that Chuanmei's VIP card wasn't some ordinary salon discount—it was a badge of prestige! Lay had been overjoyed just to receive the standard VIP card, but the diamond VIP card was in a league of its own. It was a testament to one's elite status among the world's most distinguished individuals.

If Cello Everett could hear the consultant's thoughts, he would surely scoff. A diamond VIP card, a symbol of status? Among the world's elite?

To someone with true power, it was nothing more than a trinket.

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