"Big! Big! Big!"
Mi Long's eyes were bloodshot, sweat drenched his head, and veins bulged from his neck. The cigarette butt between his fingers was already burning down to his skin, yet he felt no heat at all. He only watched Wang Yan shake the dice with his hands clasped together, watched him toss them into the chipped porcelain bowl, watched them spin.
"Small! Small! Small!"
Opposite Mi Long, Bu La, Kang Ya, and the others had gathered to watch the fun. They shouted even louder, completely ignoring the murderous look in Mi Long's eyes.
Gradually, the dice in the porcelain bowl finally came to a stop.
"One! One! Six! Small! It's small!"
"Good!"
"Hahahaha..."
Bu La and the others burst into wild laughter. Mi Long collapsed where he sat, staring blankly at the dice in the bowl.
They had been gambling from morning until noon, Mi Long's fortunes rising and falling, win after loss after win after loss after loss after win, until this final round.
By now, Mi Long had lost everything except the clothes and shoes on his body!
"Wang Yan, you're incredible!"
"That was amazing!"
"From now on, we brothers all respect you!"
"Can I have a can of food?"
"Get the hell out of here!" Wang Yan barked, glaring at everyone. "Damn it, I haven't said a word yet, and you're helping yourself? Put that down!"
A bucktoothed man who had just run out of Mi Long's little storeroom stood there awkwardly.
"Damn it, Yao Ma, you've got no manners at all." Bu La put his hands on his hips, walked over, and kicked him without another word. He snatched two cans of pork from Yao Ma's hands and flashed Wang Yan a fawning grin. "Wang Yan, big brother, I taught him a lesson."
"How