Seeing the impending loss in this gamble, Miao Cheng slammed his fist on the table, grinding his teeth in fury: "Tang Sect is despicable, skilled in degenerate tricks."
The others from the Miao Family also cursed aloud. Clearly, they could not accept the current situation. It's human nature; hardly anyone can calmly accept their own failure. However, they had to admit it. All of this had no significance; it wouldn't alter the Miao Family's ultimate defeat.
"A near-success ending in failure."
Sister Hong, her cheeks flushed, leaned her voluptuous body onto Xiao Qiang as she sighed distantly: "Xiao Qiang, I don't blame you. You've done your best, I appreciate you."
Xiao Qiang flashed a casual smile: "You can't blame me! But appreciation is required."
Sister Hong paused, glancing at Xiao Qiang, unsure of his meaning.
Xiao Qiang pointed to the dice that were about to stop rolling.
