This... can't be possible. When has Brother Sha ever had such bad luck with his hands?
The arrangement was quite orderly, a total of six points. Compared to Yousheng's seventeen points, there's a difference of eleven points, as per their rules, that means eleven punches.
Yousheng felt as if he was on fire. He shook his arms and said, "Come on, let's see who's tougher. Don't worry, I'm not that ruthless. I won't hit you with eleven punches, just one round will do. Who's first?"
The people around Brother Sha quickly backed away; no one wanted to be hit.
Yousheng sneered, "What, no one?"
Xizeer spoke slowly, "Brother Sha, our contract wasn't made in vain, right? Are you trying to back out?"
Brother Sha slammed the table, "Who the hell wants to back out? Pick any one of them."
A gambler's mind is easy to grasp. After losing, they desperately want to win, to make a comeback, even if it means losing everything; they don't care.
