"There's no way he can win again this time, right?"
"If he can roll another moon, I'll do a handstand and shit!"
"Unless his ancestral grave is burning, this one's definitely a loss."
"This one? The Gambling King losing this one? Absolutely impossible!"
Zhang Menglong was cheering on the sidelines, while Aubi was dominating the table; gradually, the Gambling King's confidence was crumbling.
That fat guy on the other side wasn't using any psychological tactics, just incredibly good luck. He even doubted that if he threw a hundred dice, there'd be 27 stars and 73 moons.
Faced with such a lucky monster, all his skills and psychological predictions were rendered useless. How the hell is anyone supposed to win this? Even if the God of Gamblers came, it wouldn't help!
