"Wow! He's so accurate!"
"I went all in, today is my lucky day!"
"Me too! My whole fortune! From 38 cubic coins to 45 cubic coins!"
"The poor guy upstairs, your life is too pathetic..."
"Ah, I hesitated and missed a round, basically made no money!"
"Coach Shil, I love you!"
The audience was overjoyed.
At this time at the commentary booth, Coach Shil heard the director's tearful pleas through his headset.
The reason was simple. Because of his miraculous predictions, the Association had so far lost a lot of money.
If this continues, the Association would be bankrupt.
So the director, under the guidance of the higher-ups, urgently begged Ree Shil to show mercy.
"Is that possible?"
Ree Shil looked slightly surprised.
It wasn't that his predictions for those games were careless.
He certainly didn't want to end up like the old Henry Thompson, who rode for a fall in front of many spectators.
