But Yuan Zhao still coolly clicked the mouse.
The third pack, blue sky and white clouds... The fourth pack, blue sky and white clouds... The fifth pack, blue sky and white clouds... The sixth pack, blue sky and white clouds... The seventh, eighth, ninth packs...
Until the hundredth pack, all were blue sky and white clouds.
Not a single Flash Gold Card showed up; the best result was an out-of-print Prince of Paradise?
What the hell did Yuan Zhao want with this crap? But he could use it to ingratiate himself with his cousin later...
"Seems a bit African today."
Yuan Zhao raised his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and started to get nervous. He flexed his wrist and clicked the mouse again.
One hundred and ten packs, one hundred and twenty packs, one hundred and thirty packs...
By the time the two hundredth pack was opened, the livestream had fallen into dead silence.
