Wu Xiaoshan's words drew loud laughter from the fat man.
Soon, the people in front had finished drawing lots, and it was Wu Xiaoshan's turn to step up.
Approaching the lottery box, Wu Xiaoshan immediately activated his Qiankun Eye to peer inside.
The tightly wrapped box suddenly seemed to become transparent.
The number cards inside clearly presented themselves before Wu Xiaoshan's eyes.
Damn it, isn't this cheating?
One glance was all it took for Wu Xiaoshan to spot the problem.
At the top of the lottery box, several cards were actually stuck there.
And number thirteen was right among them.
No wonder that damn fatso claimed number thirteen was his.
A fine food festival, yet such clandestine manipulation was at play.
Anger welled up inside Wu Xiaoshan, and he immediately reached in, tearing off the number cards stuck to the top.
Number thirteen, of course, fell into his hands.
"Number thirteen!"
