Gang Yan cursed angrily. He knew that in the recent contest, he had fallen behind.
Although he was a newly emerged genius of the Gangmeng Tribe, after all, Zhou Ye had been famous for a long time, and he was not yet a match for him.
Watching as the dice were slowly revealed, Gang Yan felt a sense of regret.
He shouldn't have made such a rash bet.
"Count them," Zhou Ye looked at the staff of the gambling house and said.
The method of counting odd and even numbers was very simple.
The staff counted once, and his face changed slightly.
He hurriedly counted again.
Then he looked at Zhou Ye, who had a proud expression, and carefully said, "Mr. Zhou, it's an odd number."
"Since it's an odd number, you should chop off..." Zhou Ye's words were cut short, and his expression suddenly changed dramatically.
"An odd number, how can it possibly be an odd number."
