"You look like a Martial Artist. How did you end up so miserable?" Wu Liangchen asked after the man across from him had eaten and drunk his fill.
A bitter smile appeared on the man's face. "Don't even get me started. When I first boarded this ship, I was just like you—full of confidence, thinking I had everything under control. But it took less than a month for the casino upstairs to teach me a harsh lesson."
"That was thirty thousand points!"
As he finished speaking, the man's face was filled with regret.
Wu Liangchen understood.
'Oh, so he's a degenerate gambler.'
It wasn't strange that there was a casino on the giant ship.
It would be stranger if there wasn't.
After all, when so many people with "fortunes" in points were gathered in one place, how could they possibly do without the most primal and thrilling game of all: gambling.
What Wu Liangchen was curious about was what kind of casino could clean out a high-level Martial Artist like this man.
