An unprecedented surge of frustration and fury rushed straight to his head!
The more he thought about it, the angrier he grew; the angrier he grew, the more he wanted to win it back.
The defenses of his reason collapsed instantly beneath the flames of his rage.
His eyes red, Ling Xiaodong opened the top-up screen and transferred another two thousand yuan.
Ten minutes later, the two thousand was gone.
Refusing to accept defeat, he bit his lip until it bled and deposited another three thousand with trembling fingers.
Twenty minutes later, that three thousand went down the drain too.
Five thousand!
Ten thousand!
Within an hour, Ling Xiaodong had become a gambler blinded by his losses.
He kept entering his payment password, pouring the online loans he had just taken out into that bottomless black hole, one payment after another.
A full forty thousand yuan vanished under the house's cold, calculated code, lost down to the last cent without so much as a splash...
Now, the available balance in his mobile account showed only one last, lonely ten thousand yuan.
A pale glow appeared along the horizon outside the window.
At seven in the morning, sunlight pierced the gaps in the shabby curtains and fell across Ling Xiaodong's bloodless face.
He had not slept all night. His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at the glaring "Insufficient balance" message on the screen.
Just moments ago, he had wagered his final ten thousand yuan on a round of baccarat.
He had tried to stage a last-ditch comeback and win back his entire stake in one go.
In the end, it had still ended in crushing defeat.
In a single night, a full forty-two thousand yuan of real money had gone down the drain!
Only now did it feel as though a bucket