Host Zhang Xin stared blankly at the card in his hand.
He simply could not understand why he had insisted on reading 83 as 38.
Had he been possessed?!
Zhang Xin looked up again at the guest who had already risen to his feet, his face full of excitement. He cleared his throat, intending to correct his mistake, only to discover that he could not make a single sound.
What on earth was going on?!
A bone-chilling terror crept upward from his ankles.
Cold sweat instantly poured off him.
Had he known, he would have listened to his seniors and refused this job, no matter how short of money he was.
This cruise ship really was too strange!
In the blink of an eye, Jian Ran had bounded onto the stage, positively glowing. He strode over on his long legs and stopped in front of the host. "Go on, how much is the prize money?"
"I accept bank transfers."
Zhang Xin's eyes widened, brimming with terror. He saw the corners of that exquisitely beautiful face's mouth curl into a lazy, carefree smile. Jian Ran raised his arm as though casually and patted his shoulder, and the bone-deep chill instantly vanished.
His voice returned, and he hurriedly asked in confusion, "You-"
Jian Ran covered the microphone and frowned, signaling with his eyes, Don't say anything you shouldn't. You could die.
Zhang Xin: "!!!!"
Although he had no idea whether that was true, the man before him possessed a peculiar presence.
It seemed that as long as he was nearby, there was no need to fear anything that happened...
"Present the prize." Jian Ran's lips stayed still as he forced the words through his teeth.
Coming to his senses, Zhang Xin turned to face the guests. "Congratulations to number 38! We'll start