The opposing party's bland tone harbored a few points of fierceness.
Brother Hou felt an inexplicable chill down his spine, ignoring the unease in his heart, and scoffed coldly, "Of course."
It was just some kid with a bit of luck, he had underestimated him before, but this time he absolutely couldn't let the other party win again.
The match started once more.
The atmosphere this time was obviously tenser than before.
Noticing the man opposite staring intently, Gu Danyu nonchalantly picked up the dice cup.
The dim light fell on the "Young Man," illuminating his clean and handsome face while he shook the dice cup without any pattern.
Brother Hou didn't dare to be arrogant; his expression grew serious as he listened carefully to the crisp sounds coming from the other side.
However... he still couldn't tell!
As the seconds ticked by, he grew increasingly restless, his fists clenched and his forehead slowly covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
How could this be?
