On the twelfth floor of the Victoria Princess Ship, the atmosphere was oppressively tense to the extreme.
No one had expected today's gambling on the red cudgel to end up like this, with the underworld from three regions utterly defeated and the Koreans running rampant. Now, no one from the three regions dared step forward, seemingly completely at the mercy of a few Koreans.
Gambling on the red cudgel was a tradition of the underworld from these three regions, and now that the Koreans were dominating them, how could everyone's hearts be at ease?
The scene was gloomy, with no one stepping onto the stage. What should they do?
In a private room, Zhang Qingqing and others were restless and agitated, looking as if they would rather take the stage themselves to wipe out these Koreans in order to relieve the hatred in their hearts.
