On the roulette wheel, the steel ball slowed but didn't stop immediately. It continued to roll forward, inching closer and closer to the section Zhang Bin had bet on.
The faces of the spectators were masks of pure shock. Could Zhang Bin possibly hit it again?
Changdao Sheng was scared out of his wits, screaming frantically in his mind. Don't hit it! Please don't hit it! Stop, stop, STOP!
"Roll over there! Hurry up and roll! Stop right there! God of Wealth, bless us! May Buddha show his power! Guanyin Bodhisattva, please open your eyes..." Ma Rufei and Chen Chaoyue, their eyes wide as saucers, were babbling nonsense, praying to every deity imaginable.
Their voices were so loud they nearly burst the eardrums of the nearby audience. In fact, every spectator was now shouting in a frenzy, the sound converging into a roar like a landslide and a tsunami. The atmosphere was incandescent. The audience from China was especially vocal, yelling until their throats were hoarse.
