Hearing the question asked by the man on the couch, the kneeling man's face turned pale, devoid of color, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"It... It was because someone helped me, I... I managed to escape."
"Oh?" The thin fingers gently tapping on the armrest of the sofa paused mid-air, "Who?"
"His... His name is Yefeng Yang. He's a croupier on the ship and pretty skilled," the man answered, his voice trembling.
"Do you know how much I lost because of your incompetence?" the man on the sofa asked indifferently.
"Sir!" The man crawled a few steps forward on his knees, making it to the man's feet, "I beg you, please spare me this time. As long as you spare me, I will do anything for you, even unto the jaws of death, with no hesitation!"
A coquettish laugh sounded overhead, "Really...you would do anything I say?"
The kneeling man immediately professed his loyalty, "Yes, sir. I would do anything for you."
