Once gamblers lost, they would lose their reason, and lose their money to the bottomless pit. Even if their families’ fortune were a lot to begin with, they were usually unable to suppress the urge to throw everything on the table. Tang Xiu even had once witnessed a gambler sell his children and wife after the gambler lost his family’s fortune.
“Jia Ruidao still has yet to bet his life, hasn’t he? So he’s still lucky. I already know about your Master and disciples’ matter. So if you have no other matters, you can leave now.” He said.
Gong Dalong’s complexion was dull as he was dumbfounded. He had never thought that Tang Xiu would point him to the door even though he had listened to the whole story. What was his meaning? Refusing to help them?
“Master Tang, you …”
Tang Xiu interrupted him and spoke, “Could it be that my words were not clear enough? I really can’t do anything about this matter. Even though I sympathize with your problems, I have no way and ability to help you out.”
