Drunken Immortal Pavilion.
Su Chong stood there, one foot on a stool, exuding an overwhelming aura.
Opposite him, the Heir of Duke Chong's Mansion had a ghastly face, lacking the confident spirit he had yesterday.
Yesterday, he won with great ease.
Today, he lost utterly and completely.
His forehead was drenched in cold sweat, veins popping, and he appeared menacing, lacking any of his former grace.
He lost everything he had won.
Even put in his wealth!
He even lost the entire Duke Chong's Mansion!
Moments ago he was gambling recklessly, only thinking about winning back his losses, but he fell deeper step by step.
The more he lost, the more he lost.
Now that he calmed down, his spine shivered with cold.
Su Chong played with the dice cup in his hand, looking at him and said, "Still want to keep gambling?"
"You're cheating!" the Heir of Duke Chong's Mansion shouted.
Su Chong threw him a contemptuous look.
Did he need to cheat to win against him?
