However, Feng Tianming thought otherwise. As long as there was no fighting, what was there to fear? Sure, Lin Fan was quite skilled; that night, he even took down Muay Thai Li San. But as long as it wasn't a fight, Feng Tianming was confident he could outwit Lin Fan.
On that day, he made a 100 million bet with Lin Fan. As the son of the richest man, Feng Tianming had no shortage of money.
Feng Tianming sneered, "How do I keep running into you everywhere? What, did you buy a ticket to this show too? Well, you're out of luck. You'll have to get a refund because I've booked the entire theater."
Lin Fan replied, "Oh? Who allowed you to book the theater? This show has already sold so many tickets, and yet you still managed to book it out?"
Feng Tianming proudly said, "That's my skill. Are you unsatisfied? If you are, too bad for you!"
Feng Tianming felt delighted inside, finally gaining an upper hand against Lin Fan. What could Lin Fan do about it!
