"No more, no next round. Today you've been blessed by the god of gambling, I won't compete with you, done competing." Gem Atkinson laughed tiredly, admitting defeat so thoroughly for the first time.
"Really done competing?"
"Not competing...huh?" What was that red flashing thing... His eyes widened in shock.
Forsythia followed his gaze and then with an 'ah' dashed over, snatched the camera, and ran towards the bathroom.
The man suddenly realized, "Hey, don't run, don't run." Fortunately, his hands were untied, and he quickly untied his feet, chasing after her while saying, "Give it to me, give it to me now."
The bathroom door was locked.
The man said sternly, "Open the door."
"No."
"I'm telling you again, open the door."
"Do you think I'm a fool? I won't open it."
"Heh, dare to do, dare to face up."
"I dare to do, but I just don't dare to face up."
