Yue Qinghuan raised an eyebrow slightly, "Oh? Guarantee I'll win?"
"Of course!" The man said confidently.
Xue An, who was standing nearby, suddenly burst into laughter.
"Why are you laughing?" Only then did the man notice Xue An, and upon realizing it was merely a young Half-step Immortal Venerate, his aura instantly became arrogant, and he coldly questioned.
Xue An stopped laughing, "Nothing. I just think, since you're so skilled, can you predict what number will come up in the next round?"
"I naturally don't know what number will come up, and not just me, I reckon no one in Linglong City knows. But when I say I can make this young lady win, I definitely can achieve it! Don't believe me?" the man sneered.
Xue An shook his head, "I don't believe it!"
Instantly, the man's face darkened, his eyes fixated on Xue An, cold as a blade.
Meanwhile, this round of roulette had just ended, leaving the winners jubilant and the losers crestfallen.
