Take a look, what is called taste.
Despite having a similar two-faced connection, Brother Clown clearly recognized which name better represented his essence at this moment.
Fu Qian was quite satisfied with the title for the time being, and it seemed the final showdown was about to unfold.
Bet on the last five numbers?
As the mastermind behind the scenes, these words sounded surprisingly convincing.
Earlier, the Clown indeed casually stopped Ah Wei's actions, saving his own mission from failure.
Although he clearly had no need for gratitude.
Not wanting to end things quickly was just for higher level enjoyment; this was essentially a mutual pursuit.
If he hadn't been patient earlier or if his taste hadn't matched, he would only lock onto Death Angel and unleash full firepower, and the Clown may not have had any interest in gambling with him.
"Alright, what are we betting on?"
Fu Qian immediately agreed, without concealing his anticipation.
