Receiving the message, the fatty suddenly felt a surge of rage boiling inside, with fury rising from the depths of his heart. Fuck your mother! Do you really think I'm scared of you?
A vicious rage abruptly appeared on the fatty's face. Since the opponent proposed a condition, he would escalate the stakes and face them head-on... turning the bet into a chip for his own comeback.
Yes, he's going to go all out and bet everything he has, even borrowing money from Blade Warrior. That's right, Blade Warrior had promised to fulfill one of his requests before. This is a good opportunity; he has to borrow more and engage in a big gamble with the opponent.
But the fatty was rational, more so than anyone else. His petty bourgeois heart suddenly thought of a problem: if the opponent was so confident, could they be incredibly strong? So strong that even he might not be able to defeat them? Perhaps it would be better to find some external help.
