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A stick of incense's time later, Exterminator Thirteen stumbled out of the thatched cottage.
"Damn it, the hangover from yesterday and drinking on an empty stomach today, my stomach just can't handle it,"
He leaned against the fence, standing in place for quite a while.
After the numbness in his legs gradually disappeared, he staggered towards the private booth.
"Wait, I can't go on!"
"Not again?!"
As a result, he didn't even take a few steps before he turned and rushed back to the thatched cottage.
He did this back and forth several times, and just like that, 40 minutes had passed.
But sitting in the thatched cottage, Exterminator Thirteen was not only in a hurry but also extremely anxious inside.
He couldn't imagine what kind of scene he'd see when he returned to the private booth later.
Could it be that the young lad had already lost all his chips under the siege of the three old birds?
