"Oh my, Master Lu has finally arrived. Without you around these days, we haven't had any fun at all."

"Yeah, Seventh Brother, sit down quickly, let's start a game right away!"

"Hurry, hurry, I can't wait any longer..."

Looking around at the room full of people, anyone would be astonished. This scene can only be summed up in four words: a room full of spoiled brats.

Indeed, this room is full of spoiled young masters from wealthy families in Qinzhou City, and each of them is a figure that would attract attention if their identities were revealed.

However, while Lu Qingzhao was playing seriously, the others kept exchanging glances. From any third-party perspective, Lu Qingzhao was the one being schemed against.

Unfortunately, Lu Qingzhao was unaware of this and was having a great time.

"Sigh, today has really become Seventh Master's home turf. He won three rounds in a row, and I've already lost eight hundred taels!"

"You only lost eight hundred taels, but I lost more than two thousand taels. If my father finds out, he'll break my legs!"

"Who do you think you are? I've already lost almost five thousand taels..."

The room was noisy, and everyone was looking at Lu Qingzhao.

Meanwhile, Lu Qingzhao of the Magnet grinned like a fool, "Brothers, please forgive my rudeness, come on, let's continue, let's continue..."

He urged the others to continue, and they exchanged glances, their eyes filled with schadenfreude and a sense of certainty.

After a short while, Lu Qingzhao suddenly roared, "Impossible! How could I have lost everything? No..."

"Seventh Brother, don't even think about backing out! You chose this round to decide the winner yourself!"

Lu Qingzhao could no longer hear what anyone else was saying, only muttering, "Eight thousand taels... I lost eight thousand taels..."