Why is he coming over here!
Ye Ning was inwardly cursing him.
At this mont, everyone’s attention had already been drawn over.
No matter how much Mu Yeli tried to disguise himself, his air of arrogance was impossible to conceal, and on this casino ship, it was especially noticeable and unique.
He spoke in a stiff tone, "What, not coming?"
Zhu Ziwen looked up, his disdainful gaze scrutinizing him.
At a glance, he saw the custom-made Italian jacket, paired with an obviously luxurious white shirt underneath, and the million-dollar watch on his wrist.
Zhu Ziwen paused in his mind.
How did he not know that there was a powerhouse worth at least several hundred million on this ship?
This was not soone those regular tycoons on the ship could compare to.
No logo from any brand on him, yet every piece of clothing was understated to the extre, and exceedingly expensive.
Zhu Ziwen said, "Alright, let’s do it."
He adjusted his posture, easing the slightly suspicious expression on his face.
And that man, sat down on the opposite side.
His gaze drifted towards Ye Ning behind him.
Ye Ning wanted to roll her eyes but held back, looking directly elsewhere, her raised lips evidently showed her dissatisfaction.
Mu Yeli glanced over and continued in a deep voice, "Let’s begin."
Dominoes is a ga of luck, but also of skill.
Everyone, observing the two handso guys, might have initially gathered with the spirit of watching a superstar, but now, was certainly eagerly waiting to witness a truly thrilling gamble, standing around filled with excitent.
These two would not disappoint them.
Mu Yeli’s artistically slender fingers drumd on the black dominoes, inexplicably captivating.
Tilting his head, his eagle-like deep eyes scrutinized the tiles with a profound gaze, offering no emotion, yet extrely chilly.
anwhile, Zhu Ziwen, with his finely handso face, highlighted by the signature red lips of a fair-skinned person, matched the description perfectly: rosy lips and gleaming teeth.
The two were engaged in a silent battle, seemingly without a sound, heightening the spectators’ excitent.
Only during setting down the tiles did there co murmurs, as no one dared disturb the scene that resembled a cinematic mont.
It seed like a well-matched fight, however, Mu Yeli’s always calm deanor made it impossible to read him.
The first round, Zhu Ziwen won.
He relaxed inexplicably, realizing just how tense he’d been under his gaze.
Quickly adjusting his emotions, he smiled, "Thanks for letting win."
Mu Yeli’s thin lips parted slightly, "Continue."
The next round, Mu Yeli won effortlessly.
He didn’t say anything extra, just repeated those two words, "Continue."
Zhu Ziwen said nothing, and the two continued.
As ntioned, the stakes increased with each round.
By the ti they reached the later stages, the numbers per ga were already in the tens of thousands.
The regular spectators couldn’t handle it, feeling like their hearts were going to explode.
"Wow, that’s a lot of money for one ga."
"Don’t worry, Zhu Ziwen has plenty of money, doesn’t care about such sums, he’s a superstar."
"And what about that man?"
"He doesn’t look like he’s short of money either."
"So does that an two rich people are competing?"
"Definitely, if it were you, would you casually jump in? Losing so much would probably give heart disease."
But these two clearly didn’t care about how many gaming chips were already used on the table.
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