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He gestured to Ajay to play the video of the gambling incident and broadcast it live globally.

He wants the whole world to see this: if the United States dares to defy the world and take forceful action, then let them fight.

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Soon, the world's attention was focused on this, and people all over the world knew that the US military had made a bet with Hong Kong's richest man, Chan Chi-man, using a warship, and that the Americans had lost.

Will the Americans keep their promise and deliver the warships?

Soon, Chen Ziwen received a call from the Governor of Hong Kong, who told him to downplay the matter and let it go. Chen Ziwen sneered and hung up the phone immediately.

The current Governor of Hong Kong still represents the will of a certain country, and Chan Chi-man has never known that he is a citizen of a certain country.

Time slowly passed, and the one-hour deadline was approaching in ten minutes.

Three helicopters flew over and landed on the warship.

A dozen or so people walked over quickly, led by a European with a high nose and deep-set eyes, followed by five men with an elite air, and the others were bodyguards in black suits.

"Mr. Chen, I am Phil, a kind of lobbyist. I have long admired your name, and I am finally able to meet you today," the man said with a smile, extending his hand from afar in a very enthusiastic manner.

Chen Ziwen smiled calmly and extended his hand to shake hands with the other person.

Suddenly, he realized that the other person's hand felt like cotton, even softer than cotton. It seemed as if he was just holding air, but he was clearly holding the other person's hand.

“Mr. Chen, I’d like to play another bet with you,” Phil said.

"Just because you say you're betting, does that mean my boss has to bet with you?" Zuo Songxing shouted. He noticed that Chen Ziwen's expression had changed slightly just now.

"Mr. Chen isn't backing down, is he?" Phil asked with a smile.

"Ah Xing, step back," Chen Ziwen said.

"Okay, I'll bet with you. If you lose, what will you give me?"

Phil took out a small booklet and handed it to Chen Ziwen: "I lost, so these things are yours."

Chen Ziwen opened the booklet, glanced at it, and sneered.

“These things originally belonged to us, and I will take them back later. Using them as stakes now is not enough,” Chen Ziwen said.

Phil frowned. He had thought Chen Ziwen would definitely be tempted. Over the years, Chinese people had spent a lot of money to buy these things, and their patriotic hearts were truly moving. How could Chen Ziwen be unwilling?

“Mr. Chen, you should understand that this is your best chance to win back these antiques from your country,” Phil sneered.

Chen Ziwen pushed Phil's hand away and said coldly, "That's what you think is the best opportunity, but it's not for me. I have plenty of ways to get what I want. Don't use your American arrogance to judge others; that's very foolish."

He glanced at his watch and said, "There are three minutes left."

Phil understood what Chen Ziwen meant; there were only three minutes left until the one-hour deadline Chen Ziwen had agreed upon.

He was extremely frustrated. He had originally thought these cultural relics would be enough to attract Chen Ziwen, since the Chinese were always the most enthusiastic during cultural relic auctions, eager to reclaim their country's lost treasures. He had even only brought out half of the treasures he had agreed upon with his superiors this time, thinking that half would be enough. He hadn't expected Chen Ziwen to not follow the rules at all, showing no interest in the treasures, and he had suddenly lost all initiative.

He took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Then what does Mr. Chen think we can exchange for it?"

Chen Ziwen shook his finger: "It's not an exchange, it's a stake that's enough to entice me to gamble with you. Only if you win against me will you have a chance to get the warship back. If you don't win, your stake will also belong to me."

He glanced at his watch again and said, "One minute left, Iron Face."

Iron Face suddenly took to the air, his personal aircraft flashing with light, ready to fire laser bullets.

Some of the US military personnel kept their eyes on Chen Ziwen, while others focused on Tie Mian and his group, wanting to gain a clearer understanding of them.

At that moment, they discovered that Iron Face flew directly into the sky, and then a personal flying vehicle automatically appeared beneath his feet. The flying vehicle seemed to appear suddenly, quickly, conveniently, and strangely.

This raised their opinion of personal aircraft even higher, and naturally made them even more wary.

“Alright, Mr. Chen, I think you’re willing to bet with me, so what do you want me to bet with you?” Phil shouted.

He was well-versed in psychology, and seeing Chen Ziwen constantly urging him to hurry up, he knew that Chen Ziwen was willing to gamble, whether it was because he wanted to win more or for other reasons. But as long as Chen Ziwen was willing to gamble, that was fine.

He now fully realizes that the initiative is completely in Chen Ziwen's hands, so for now he can only follow Chen Ziwen's arrangements.

“The things on you,” Chen Ziwen said, pointing to Phil’s left trouser pocket.

Phil instinctively covered his pocket.

A few seconds later, his expression returned to calm as he took something out of his pocket—it looked like a jade artifact.

“Mr. Chen is indeed Mr. Chen. Fine, I can bet on this, but I need to know what it is,” Phil said.

"Let's finish the betting first," Chen Ziwen said.

"Tell me, how do you want to bet?"

Phil smirked and said, "I read a book that had a really interesting bet. I'll use that bet to put my money where I am. I'm thirty-seven years old. Will my left toe be odd or even when I'm forty?"

Chen Ziwen couldn't help but laugh.

This is a game that Huangmei Monk played before playing chess with Duan Yanqing in the novel Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils to save Duan Yu. In order to win, Huangmei Monk chopped off one of his toes after Duan Yanqing guessed that it was an odd number.

Now, Phil will undoubtedly choose the same method: if Chen Ziwen says it's an odd number, he will chop one off; if Chen Ziwen says it's an even number, then Chen Ziwen will lose.

Many people who have read this story have started discussing it, and they feel that it is a dead end, a dead end in which Chen Ziwen is destined to lose.

Wesley and the others all looked at Chen Ziwen, wondering how he would resolve this deadly situation.

The Americans cheered excitedly, looking as if they had already secured victory.

At the same time, he greatly admired Phil, who won back the US warship with just one toe, and more importantly, saved face for the United States.

"Actually, this question is very simple. It's just a clever trick played by a self-important child. I guess it's neither odd nor even, it's zero. What do you think, Mr. Phil?" Chen Ziwen said with a smile.

“Wonderful, wonderful…” Wesley and the others burst into laughter.

Chen Ziwen's solution was simple: Phil wanted to have his toes chopped off, so Chen Ziwen simply chopped off all the toes on Phil's left foot.

Intelligent and domineering!

Phil's face froze instantly. Chen Ziwen's meaning was clear: if he didn't admit defeat, Chen Ziwen would chop off all of his left toes, which would not only make him lose but also cripple his left foot.

The solution is simple: save your left foot. But can you save it?

Howard suddenly rushed forward and threw a punch when he was still more than ten meters away from Chen Ziwen.

A deafening explosion rang out, and people felt a javelin appear in the air, hurtling towards Chen Ziwen at incredible speed...

Is it a test of mental strength?

The Blue Blood Bible instantly transformed into a blue shield, blocking the javelin formed from condensed spiritual energy.

The psychic javelin began to materialize, and at the same time, it started to spin at high speed like a drill, trying to smash through the blue shield.

"Is that all you've got?" Chen Ziwen laughed, his blue shield beginning to shrink, transforming into a sphere that began to devour the javelins formed from spiritual energy.

The javelins scattered instantly and disappeared.

A voice rang in everyone's ears: "Retreat."

It's in English.

Phil understood that the attack just now was the power that protected him. If they could defeat Chen Ziwen, it would mean they could protect him. Then, she could decide how many toes he had on his left foot, which would mean that Chen Ziwen had lost the bet and they could win back the warship.

But now, it means that those behind him cannot defeat Chen Ziwen, his life is in Chen Ziwen's hands, and Chen Ziwen has the power to decide how many toes he has left. If he loses, the United States loses. So those people told him to retreat and abandon the warships.

Phil tossed the jade piece in his hand to Chen Ziwen. Although he was reluctant to part with it, having only recently acquired it, he had no choice but to leave since the important figures behind him had all said to withdraw.

Howard sighed and called out reluctantly, "Deploy the escape pods, get on the escape pods."

After saying that, he looked at Chen Ziwen. Surely Chen Ziwen wouldn't refuse them even the escape pods?

Chen Ziwen ignored Howard and began examining the jade piece. This action revealed his attitude, allowing Howard and the others to board the escape pod.

Wesley walked to Chen Ziwen's side and asked in a low voice, "Ziwen, what is this jade piece?"

“I don’t know either. But I can sense that this thing is as powerful as the Blue Blood Bible,” Chen Ziwen said in a low voice.

Wesley gasped. The existence of the Blue Blood Bible was already incredible; it represented the power of an entire planet. How could this jade tablet possess such divine power?

Other wealthy individuals were also curious about the jade pieces, but they dared not approach. Chen Ziwen's force in compelling the US Navy to abandon a warship had completely intimidated them. If Chen Ziwen were to demand that they relinquish their assets, liquidate their assets, and leave now, none of them would dare refuse.

Chen Ziwen is the first person to make American soldiers submit.

Twenty minutes later, all the American soldiers had withdrawn.

In the distance, a warship could be seen sailing in and taking the soldiers away; it did not come to seek revenge.

The Chinese people on Tianyi were completely relieved. They were genuinely afraid that the American soldiers would break off relations and kill Chen Ziwen, which would inevitably affect them. Now, it was a win-win situation for everyone. As for whether the Americans were good or not, who cares?

Chen Ziwen invited a group of bigwigs to visit the Yellow Race Ship.

A group of influential figures in the Chinese community readily agreed.

Many people who originally planned to leave after watching the spectacle are now staying, actively trying to build a relationship with Chen Ziwen, discussing business matters, and some are even giving him money directly.