For a moment, the scar-faced man in charge glanced at Zheng Chun, who was holding the dice cup. Zheng Chun was the gambling house's highly prized expert, able to easily manipulate dice, and Guo Family Gambling House owed him a significant part of its daily gold income.
But as dozens or even hundreds of people gathered around him, eyes fixed on him, and the murmurs drilling into his ears, sweat started to form on Zheng Chun's forehead and palms.
If he lost this time, considering Guo Lie's sinister nature, regardless of how much he had contributed to the gambling house, it was likely he'd be punished severely. Losing an arm would be mild; he might even lose his life.
Noticing Zheng Chun's trembling body and the influx of gamblers, the scar-faced man in charge also felt it was a tricky situation and immediately gave Su Mu on stage a fierce glare.
