Lu Chuan looked at Zhang Lei and Gao Qiang. "It's up to you two next. If both of you win, we can smoothly reach the ninth level and end this damn game."
Zhang Lei and Gao Qiang both nodded, silently praying for some luck to win the game outright.
Then Zhang Lei took the copper coin and threw it upward.
His luck was indeed good—the coin landed on heads.
The group ascended to the eighth floor.
Everyone turned to Gao Qiang. Whether they could pass smoothly depended on Gao Qiang this time.
Gao Qiang grew a bit nervous, muttering to himself that he must flip heads.
As if fulfilling everyone's hopes, Gao Qiang also luckily flipped heads.
Perhaps Lu Chuan's luck had somehow transferred to him and Zhang Lei.
The group successfully climbed to the ninth step and faced Bai Gu.
Lu Chuan stared coldly at Bai Gu. "Disappointed? We won the last two rounds. You won't get another chance to make us do your vile and shameless tasks."
