Placing her only chip, which was also borrowed, in the circle to bet on the small total, Vera took a step back.
Jiang Chen, who had put all his money on the big bet, didn't pay any attention to her and watched the croupier, who was about to reveal the dice.
There's a saying that goes.
The King of Hell doesn't take money by the river.
He truly didn't believe he would lose this time.
Vera, having borrowed money to place her bet, was quite calm, perhaps because five hundred US dollars wasn't much, or perhaps she was extremely confident in her sixth sense.
Under the tense gaze of many eyes, the croupier reached out.
The dice cup was slowly lifted.
"123, six points, small!"
Jiang Chen's expression was wooden.
"Hee hee. Won."
Vera grinned and sighed softly, "Ah, I already told you to bet on the small, you didn't listen to me."
Jiang Chen's eyes twitched, and he couldn't find words to retaliate.
Reality was laid out in front of him, and it didn't allow him to talk tough.
