"Mr Ruan."
The chuckle died a snap death in Thanh Van's throat.
Vladislav had watched their interaction with a slight frown that transformed into a smile as Thanh Van turned back to the whirring wheel.
There was no healing kit on the wheel…
The ball dropped, the metal clattering against hollow wood.
All three players stared at the slowing wheel, following the silver ball as it skipped over the shallow slots.
Riku held onto Kim's arm, being the man's silent pillar as they dreaded the next punishment.
The ball skipped over 'joker' before it rolled into a stop.
Thanh Van sat frozen in place.
Jan cursed under his breath, while Vladislav let out a low hum of approval.
You've got to be fucking with me…
Thanh Van stared at the wheel but failed to register the two simple words.
This had to be a joke-
"Mr Ruan. Left or right kneecap?"
