Inside the villa, on the first floor.
Ren Ye suddenly felt that the Low-Profile Card was actually somewhat useful. Later on, he could hide his ranking and steal a march on the competition.
However, he could not use it today. The Gold Coin rewards over the past two days had been very fixed, and everyone could roughly guess how many Gold Coins each person had. Using it would only draw these sneaky bastards' attention.
Holy shit, I got something fairly useful on my very first draw. Should I try again?
For a moment, Little Prince Huai felt his gambling luck was through the roof, as though Gao Jin had possessed him. He said quietly, "Heavenly Dao, I'll scratch another one."
[Scratch-Off Ticket rules: Each attempt costs eight Gold Coins and awards a random prize. Are you sure you want to play?]
"Yes."
[Ding-you have spent 8 Gold Coins. Your current balance is 87.] [Congratulations, you have received a message from Little Baldy: The gentle breeze and you leave endless freshness and tranquility in the little details of life.] [You have drawn a whole lot of nothing.]
The notification instantly broke Ren Ye's composure. "Fuck your whole lot of nothing! Are you scamming me? What kind of literary education did you get, spouting poetry every time you open your mouth?!"
Those eight Gold Coins had died a particularly gruesome death. Ren Ye immediately got a little carried away, unwilling to accept it, and shouted almost instinctively, "Again!"
[Are you sure you want to keep playing?]
"Not sure." Ren Ye instantly calmed down and realized he already had the tilted mindset of a gambling addict. If he kept playing, he might lose even his underwear. "Farewell. I'm done."
With that, he stood and headed for the