"Hahaha, I told you I could see through the dice cup, didn't I? Now you know how awesome I am."
Seeing the numbers on the table, Xiaofan burst into laughter. This laughter immediately attracted the eyes of those around. However, these eyes soon returned to focus on the grand tournament.
Chen Mei'er, who was standing at the top, also glanced over, but she didn't find Ye Weiwei among the crowd. She bit her lip in frustration and stomped her foot in anger.
"You got lucky, I refuse to believe you'll guess right again this time." The rich kid immediately pulled a wad of money from his wallet. He counted out twenty bills and threw the rest to Xiaofan.
"Hahaha, then I have to take advantage of this momentum. This is eight thousand, right? Go ahead and shake." Xiaofan didn't bother counting the money; he seemed to have grasped the knack and felt unbeatable.
"Come on, place your bets..."
