Sighs of resignation echoed around them. As gamblers, they certainly put more faith in luck. Yuan Tianbo could see it, and so could they; they also realized that Mu Hanyan's good fortune was likely at its end.
Wu Qiuyun, Yan Yuchu, and the others also secretly felt regret. Although losing a few broken chests amounted to little, just as they were about to claim victory, they fell short at the last hurdle, which was still a bit hard to swallow.
"Mu Hanyan, you've had all the advantages before, but this time, it's finally my turn, Yuan Tianbo, to exhale and raise my eyebrows with pride," Yuan Tianbo said arrogantly, emboldened by the sighs of pity from around him.
"Is that so? I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed again," Mu Hanyan said, a relaxed smile appearing on his face as he quickly walked toward a pile of raw stones. He reached out and casually picked up a stone about the size of a fist from the scattered heap, examining it closely.
