The continuous high-stakes gambling had been hitting everyone's nerves repeatedly, making most people flushed, their hearts racing. Unexpectedly, in the second round, Liu Zixing acted out of character and placed the minimum bet.
Quit while you're ahead? No, if he truly understood that, he shouldn't have won so much in the first place.
So what's the point of retreating now? Such behavior is likely to thoroughly infuriate the people in this gambling hall.
"Ten thousand?" A Jie looked at Liu Zixing, seemingly intending to confirm once more.
Liu Zixing didn't hesitate in the slightest, simply nodding, then suddenly said, "Last time my representative drew first; this time it's your turn. That's fair."
"Alright." A Jie smiled slightly.
His representative... under A Jie's indication, he could only brace himself to draw again—this time, even if he lost, he'd only lose ten thousand. It seemed like there was no psychological pressure... Bullshit!
