A bitter taste mingled with the metallic tang of blood filled Su Luo's mouth.
Unbeknownst to her, she had bitten her own lip and tongue.
She pursed her lips tightly, not knowing how to respond.
Jiang Shu, seemingly unconcerned with her response, turned to the grim-faced Shen Cheng, the head of the Shen Family, "Family Head Shen, have you considered my proposal?"
Upon hearing that Jiang Shu was willing to gamble his own hand, Shen Cheng's mind went into overdrive. He was confident that he had the upper hand, and he didn't believe that Jiang Shu had any tricks up his sleeve that could change the outcome of the match, especially if he could incapacitate one of Jiang Shu's hands.
The Prime Minister would be thrilled to hear of this.
In an instant, Shen Cheng made his decision, nodding, "Very well."
Su Luo's heart raced with anxiety. Her husband seemed somewhat detached from the harsh realities of the world, she wasn't even sure if he understood the rules of the gambling house.
