At this moment, Clinton felt like he wanted to die right there and then!

D*mn it!

What was going on!

He couldn’t catch a break, could he?

How did he get repeatedly humiliated by Charlie the loser?

Never did he expect that the painting would turn out to be authentic and worth two hundred thousand dollars!

He had already given his word, what should he do now? Did he really have to eat the table?

That was absolutely impossible!

He could buy a new car after his car perished in the fire, but how could he eat a table?

He would really die if he did!

The crowd teased him, “Hey, Clinton, you said it yourself that you will eat the table if you lose. Do you want to break your promise again this time?”

“That’s right! Everyone is still waiting for your freak show!”

Someone slapped on the table hard. “Hey, please start your act now!”

Clinton’s face turned into an ugly shade of red and green. He blurted sheepishly, “We’re all friends, do you guys really have to kick me when I’m already d