Most of the rest looked at him with envious and greedy eyes. Those who had lost money lowered their voices and asked their peers:
"Hey, can he really gamble? I followed him with 300 and didn't earn a thing."
"Don't you understand? Mr. Huo's main character is 'Spendthrift Boy'."
"Even though he occasionally wins a big amount, but he loses at least tens of thousands of Spirit Stones in a week. His eyebrows don't even furrow. He spends so lavishly that the casino cherishes him."
"So, he's very good at 'warming up' the atmosphere?"
The person in front scratched his head, then after a moment of confusion, laughed.
"I get it now, playing with him doesn't mean I have to follow his bets."
"Once I win my own bet, it's sure to be a huge profit. It'll even make me wake up laughing in my dreams."
"Heh." His companion grinned and, seeing the second round of chaos about to start, he quickly placed his bet.
"Brother Bai, let's also go and play."
