This is evidently unfair to the competitors.
However, since the Heng Jia could make such a decision, it certainly wasn't afraid of being rejected by others.
Besides, Ao Cangsheng didn't know if Heng Jia had any other tricks to deal with him.
"The nine players, come draw lots!"
A loud call pulled Ao Kangsheng out of his thoughts.
He sat down with the person, took a step forward. At a glance, Ao Cangsheng's eyes coincidentally met Feng Xuyao's eyes.
It was a smile carrying a blade. The murderous intent within the smile seemed even colder than the ice-sealed edge of December.
Upon one look, Ao Kangsheng's speculation was almost confirmed. Most of Feng Xuyao's pieces were being used by the Heng Jia family.
Under the anticipation of over a thousand audience members, the nine players finished drawing their lots one by one.
"Boss, what's your number?"
Holding the lot, I sat down and didn't look, yet cheerfully asked, "Ao Kangsheng."
