"Continue." Regardless of winning or losing, Mu Yeli always says these two words.
Zhu Ziwen glanced at the man opposite him, increasingly feeling that this man was not simple.
He had already lost a lot, but he didn’t want to stop casually.
As for the man opposite, he fundantally didn’t want money; he just wanted Zhu Ziwen to admit defeat.
Yes, although he didn’t speak, the feeling he gave was precisely this.
And Zhu Ziwen, being soone who refuses to admit defeat, how could he easily say he’s lost?
The stakes increased, and the people around watched with trepidation; eventually, the senior executives on the ship were alerted.
On international waters, they could gamble since it wasn’t within the bounds of law.
However, the gambling couldn’t be too grand.
A small gamble to amuse was fine; this wasn’t Macau, where one could bet big.
If they gambled too much, they’d be asked to "have tea." Right?
But now, people were saying the two of them were already playing for stakes worth tens of thousands.
Soon after, they said it had reached over a hundred thousand.
This really is...
A bit too thrilling.
Suddenly, a crewman hurried over to check.
Upon entering, the crewman saw Zhu Ziwen, glanced around, then looked at the unfamiliar man, walked over, and said, "Sir, could you please show your room card?"
Mu Yeli calmly took out the room card.
Those who knew murmured in the back, "They’re not letting them gamble too much now."
"Really? Why not? If they have money, let them gamble."
"That’s not right; too much gambling doesn’t look good. Of course, they need to stop."
"Ah, I haven’t had enough of watching."
"There’s no choice."
"I’ve never seen a bet this big; it’s so thrilling. It’s Zhu Ziwen; can’t he get special treatnt?"
"No one gets special treatnt, no matter who they are."
While the two were speaking, unexpectedly, the crewman looked at the room card, his expression changed.
Mu Yeli lifted his head slightly, looking at the crewman.
Imdiately, the crewman said, "I’m sorry, sir, for disturbing you; please continue."
The crewman retreated with a face full of panic.
People behind them were imdiately shocked.
This person... What exactly is his identity?
The crewman didn’t interfere and allowed him to continue gambling?
It was thought that Zhu Ziwen perhaps had so privileges, but unexpectedly, the one with privileges was this mysterious man in front.
Mu Yeli took the card and placed it back into his pocket, continuing to look at Zhu Ziwen.
"Continue."
Zhu Ziwen hesitated for a mont, "Okay, continue."
Actually, Zhu Ziwen already felt sothing was off.
This man seed very focused on him.
Moreover, his identity was definitely not that simple.
However, he couldn’t recall ever having offended so mysterious magnate.
He felt sowhat puzzled and confused inside, with even more suspicion on his face.
Suddenly, he lost again.
He reached out to touch the gaming chips, but found...
They were gone.
He had lost tens of thousands.
He looked at the man opposite him, "I’ve... lost everything. Sorry, I can’t continue today; you have good luck, please carry on."
Zhu Ziwen wanted to stand up.
But the man opposite looked at him with raised eyebrows, "Wait a mont."
With proud eyes, he looked at Zhu Ziwen, "The last three rounds, no chips are necessary; let’s change the stakes."
"What?" Zhu Ziwen thought, now, is the ga truly starting?
Mu Yeli said, "If you lose, quit the current crew team. How about it?"
"What?"
(Beginning update...)
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