Despite shouting frantically in his mind, Mo Qiong still couldn't make the croupier change the dice. The result was obvious: he lost.
A million vanished just like that. Hana cautiously glanced at Mo Qiong and, seeing that he looked fine and remained calm, immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed that for someone who could bring ten million to gamble, losing a million was nothing.
"Slurp..." Mo Qiong took a sip of his drink and asked, "What should we bet this round?"
Hana froze. He was asking her again?
This time, she didn't dare make a random suggestion and hurriedly said, "Bet on whichever one you think will win."
"In this kind of game, anything can win, and anything can lose. Just name a number," Mo Qiong said.
Hana helplessly replied, "Bet big. I have a feeling it'll be big."
After hearing that, Mo Qiong directly tossed a gold brick onto big.
"Don't!" Hana tried to stop him, but it was too late. Her scalp went numb as she watched Mo Qiong. He was being far too reckless.
Another million thrown away. If he kept playing like this, he wouldn't last long at all!
Sure enough, the result was small, and another million was gone.
"You're losing too quickly. Let me remind you: these gold-brick chips are worth one million dollars each. You only have eight million left," Hana hurriedly said.
"As long as I'm having fun, that's all that matters. I'm just testing the waters," Mo Qiong said with a smile.
Hana felt a little dizzy. He had lost two million right after arriving, and he was still happy?
Even if he had ten million, he couldn't throw away a million every time, could he?
This wasn't how people played. Those who really came to gamble would win