The School Beauty’s Super Rogue

Demon Slaughter can’t take direct revenge on Qin Hao.

But now, he can choose to secretly curse Qin Hao.

In the midst of his muddled thoughts, Demon Slaughter’s face suddenly felt a chill. He looked up and saw Ah Mao’s malevolent gaze.

"Master... what’s up, is there something wrong?" Demon Slaughter instantly tensed up. The look on this guy’s face spells conspiracy!

"Nothing much." Ah Mao beckoned with his finger, "Hand over your bank account password."

"Pfft!" Demon Slaughter nearly spat out old blood.

What the heck is this!

Damn, you’re about to exploit my wealth!

Secretly complaining inside, Demon Slaughter still had to obediently report his bank account.

Ah Mao checked it on his phone, his eyes wide open: "Damn, just this much?"

Demon Slaughter almost cried with anger.

The money I worked hard for all my life, and it’s ’just this much’ to you?

"How much is ’just this much’?" Tom leaned over, glanced at the number, and was stunned: "Damn, it’s actually 500 million USD! How are you so rich!"

Demon Slaughter wanted to cry even more.

This 500 million USD was completely built on the risk of his life.

You could say that every penny in it is closely tied to risk.

And now, that money has taken a different path from him.

Heartbreaking!

"Cough cough, with Baldy’s money, plus your private stash, Tom, it should be enough to run a small house."

"Yeah, yeah." Tom nodded and shouted with Ah Mao: "Come, come, come, set up a house, the odds are moving, as long as you dare to bet, there’s no money you can’t earn."

This scene left Qin Hao unsure whether to laugh or cry.

These two characters are something else!

What was even more exasperating was that many members actually came over.

"Dared to set up a house? Then I’ll play along!"

"Count me in, count me in too."

When the crowd gathered around, Ah Mao straightforwardly shouted: "My wager is simple: can Night Emperor take first place? The odds for ’can’ is 4.0, for ’can’t’ is 1.3."

Objectively speaking, the odds for ’can’t’ are clearly very low.

However, the numerous gamblers placed their bets without hesitation.

Soon, more and more people were betting on ’can’t’, with almost everyone betting that way.

As for Qin Hao taking the championship, no one dared to bet on it.

Later, because there were too many people betting, Ah Mao, the bookie, couldn’t take it and had to stop.

A man named Wade sneered: "You call that amount ’dare to book’?"

Ah Mao was already tired to death from crunching numbers as an accountant.

Now, being mocked like this, how could he stand it? He retorted angrily: "Mind your own business, white pig, if you’ve got the money, then you book it yourself!"

Wade’s expression changed, and he sneered: "Sorry, I’m actually the main bookie representative for the Rose Society."

Ah Mao looked disdainful, and a nearby member said: "It’s true, Wade’s minimum bookie funds start at 2 billion USD."

"Alright." Ah Mao felt defeated, his face turning awkward. Tom also felt quite embarrassed.

"Loser!" Wade’s face turned arrogant again, cursed, and then said: "My online gambling has started; everyone can place bets now. If anyone prefers, you can wager in person; since we’re all members, you can bet first and pay later."

Soon, members started fiddling with their phones, placing bets online.

Some placed bets in person.

Wade was surrounded, when suddenly he heard a voice: "I’ll bet number 35... 500 million USD."

"Number thirty-five?" Wade was a bit puzzled, aren’t there just 34 contestants for this race?

But quickly realized, okay, with Qin Hao added just now, he should be considered the thirty-fifth?

He looked down to see Ah Mao standing there. That sentence was indeed from his mouth.

"You want to bet?"

"Of course. The odds shouldn’t be less than twenty points, right?" Ah Mao said very proudly. Earlier he had checked online, and the odds for some unpopular champions were above fifteen points.

Given Qin Hao’s situation, whom nobody thinks highly of, the odds should be even better.

"Around that number." Wade looked frustrated, "But where did you get the money from?"

"Didn’t you say you can bet first and pay later?" Ah Mao countered.

"But that’s for Rose Society members!" Wade was running out of patience.

"I’m a Rose Society member too." Ah Mao raised an eyebrow, arrogantly replied.

"When did you join?" Wade’s face darkened.

This guy likes making trouble?

Ah Mao seriously replied, "Just now."

"Crazy, brain-dead yellow monkey!" Wade couldn’t help but curse: "I don’t have time to play house with you, get lost!"

"I’m serious." Ah Mao persisted.

Wade couldn’t take it and mocked: "Idiot, you think you can join just by saying so? Your name isn’t on the site list, and do you think it’s easy to join the Rose Society? Proving asset status and if your class is too low, even then..."

Midway, Ah Mao interrupted: "Then let me join right now?"

"Go ahead!" Wade laughed disdainfully.

This guy, is he really insane?

Not to mention how strict Rose Society’s membership requirements are.

Moreover, even if one wanted to join, it requires a rigorous screening and process before confirmation.

Under normal circumstances, it’s impossible to complete within three days.

This guy says he wants to join now?

He’s a bizarre madman!

Just then, Ah Mao opened his hand and waved at Xia Youde: "Old Xia, I want to join the Rose Society. If you don’t let me, I won’t let the boss compete with you!"

Xia Youde was stunned for a moment, subconsciously glancing at Qin Hao.

Qin Hao nodded slightly, his attitude obvious.

He’s serious.

"This..."

Xia Youde felt instant heartache. As a manager, he had the privilege to allow someone to join the Rose Society exceptionally.

But such a valuable privilege was being given to such a jerk?

And under a threat?

Xia Youde was very angry, so he chose to compromise.

"Since Mr. Ah Mao insists, I, on behalf of the Rose Society, welcome you to join!"

Xia Youde’s voice traveled over, and Wade was already stunned.

Just like that, he joined?

Is this even possible?

He felt something utterly ridiculous.

But when you really think about it.

As a manager, he really does have that right.

That means, Ah Mao is truly a member now.

He’s been slapped in the face?

Wade felt as if he ate crap, unbearably uncomfortable.

Nearby, Demon Slaughter saw this scene, and felt much better inside.

As long as I’m not the only one who’s suffering today...

However, this Ah Mao, really knows no limits to being petty!

"Alright, can I place my bet now?" Ah Mao looked at Wade with a cheeky smile.

Wade nodded with a grim face: "Go ahead."

"Then I’ll bet 500 million USD on Qin Hao." Ah Mao showed a gleeful smile, his teeth shining brightly.

Nearby, Demon Slaughter suddenly thought, watching this jerk bully others—seems kind of satisfying?