The reporter didn't say anything either and just took him straight up to the second floor. The ceiling on the second floor was much higher; six hundred here was about the same as… five, ten yuan downstairs.
The battle was deadlocked, and only two hours later did he stare blankly as his last two hundred in chips were swept off the table by the croupier. A breath of utter, hopeless death clung to his whole body.
The reporter beside him was riding a constant emotional roller coaster; he swore this was the most thrilling gambling he had ever seen in his life.
Maybe to those big shots… this was just a little game about six hundred yuan.
But to Ogre, this was a duel between despair and hope, between life and death!
He had once won his way up to one thousand one hundred!
That was practically a miracle!
He was just a hundred short of doubling his chips!
