"Continue." Regardless of winning or losing, Mu Yeli always says these two words.
Zhu Ziwen glanced at the man opposite him, increasingly feeling that this man was not simple.
He had already lost a lot, but he didn't want to stop casually.
As for the man opposite, he fundamentally didn't want money; he just wanted Zhu Ziwen to admit defeat.
Yes, although he didn't speak, the feeling he gave was precisely this.
And Zhu Ziwen, being someone who refuses to admit defeat, how could he easily say he's lost?
The stakes increased, and the people around watched with trepidation; eventually, the senior executives on the ship were alerted.
On international waters, they could gamble since it wasn't within the bounds of law.
However, the gambling couldn't be too grand.
A small gamble to amuse was fine; this wasn't Macau, where one could bet big.
If they gambled too much, they'd be asked to "have tea." Right?
