C269 Ten Million

"What's the wager?" Wang Tianlong was seething with anger, a perfect target for Wu Ge's challenge.

Wu Ge offered a faint smile. "It's quite simple. I bet this item is a fake. If I'm wrong, I'll pay out 3.6 million. But if I'm right, you owe me 3.6 million—plus another 3.6 million. How about it? Care to take the bet?"

"Hey, handsome, don't spout nonsense. We don't deal in fakes here