At this moment, Yan Xiaohu didn't care about anything else but pleaded with Zhou Qing: "Old Four, you have to make sure you choose the right one this time. All the money we've made these days, including my lifelong savings, are all in it. If we lose again, I'm really going to starve."
Zhou Qing didn't dare to gamble after hearing this.
"Third Senior Brother, don't get caught up in it. Let's stop gambling, better safe than sorry. We might need this money in the future," Zhou Qing persuaded.
Yan Xiaohu kept shaking his head insistently: "No, I already threw in three thousand spirit stones and didn't even hear a sound. I must win it back. Just help me this one time, I'll accept whatever happens, and I swear I won't come again."
Facing Yan Xiaohu's relentless pleading, Zhou Qing had no choice but to decide to gamble one more time.
"Come, come, fifteen hundred low-grade spirit stones, right? Here are five, pick any one!" The old man seemed quite excited.
