Over two hundred gamblers left the table in an instant, leaving only a shoe behind on the ground.
"Is it really that scary?" Zhang Menglong and Aubi exchanged a glance.
However, they had already achieved their goal. Half of these gamblers left the casino directly, while the rest dispersed to other tables.
"Let's go! Next table!"
...
Aubi was like a God of Gamblers wreaking havoc in the casino; in any game he bet on, the dealer would lose and make a run for it by night, carrying a train. As for the remaining people, who dared to deal against him?
Let Aubi deal? Wait for him to wipe everyone out?
Aubi and Zhang Menglong raked in nearly tens of millions in Year Coins from various places, but almost all the gamblers knew this duo. They were like plagues; wherever they went, people scattered.
A few hours later, except for the staff, there was almost no one left in the casino. The once bustling casino suddenly felt as deserted as after a cleanup raid.
