With victory in her grasp, Mu Qing's smile grew even sweeter.
She observed Fang Zong and felt that his expression under the mask must be very strange. Anyone who loses more than 100 million US dollars, no matter how rich they are, will feel the pinch.
But then Fang Zong lit a cigarette, took a puff, and the corners of his mouth under the mask turned up; he smiled.
Fang Zong looked up at the sky, but could only see the ceiling.
However, a sudden, violent wave surged up on the sea outside and crashed onto the cruise ship.
The cruise ship suddenly shook violently, as if struck by a storm, and the wheel was also hit hard, suddenly gaining even more force and starting to spin.
The ball bounced and bounced again, then landed with a snap in the thirty-second square, where it seemed to get stuck and wobbled, refusing to leave.
"Holy crap! Pure luck! Unbelievable!" Samson was so shocked that he dropped his cigar.
He didn't care about making up the extra billion US dollars, but Fang Zong's luck... was terrifying, horrifying, leaving him at a loss for what to do!
Mu Qing's face was ashen, as pale as paper!
Even if she were a powerful demon at the fifth level of the art, and lost three billion US dollars, Cleopatra would not let her off the hook.
Her life was in Cleopatra's hands!
[Damn man!] Mu Qing cursed inwardly, her face still pale, but her hand hidden behind her back twitched slightly.
Since we can't win fair and square, let's just screw them over!
Nine out of ten gambling games are scams. Once you're on the gambling ship, do you really expect to win all the house's money?
Relying on her terrifying strength at the fifth level of magic, Mu Qing's movements were particularly secretive. She subtly tried to provoke the small ball without making a sound. The vampire was surprised for a moment, a disdainful smile flashing in his eyes, and walked behind Samson.
"Boss, Mu Qing is up to no good," the vampire transmitted telepathically.
Samson paused for a moment. He had always liked Mu Qing, even though he knew that Mu Qing was an evil ghost who charged a price for overnight stays and whose body was not clean. But he just liked the kind of person who admired others.
He didn't discover that Mu Qing was cheating in the gambling game, so he assumed that Mu Qing could stay with him for several years. When he found out about this, his mysophobia suddenly kicked in, and Mu Qing became particularly ugly in his eyes.
"Let him be. What's wrong with losing a billion less?"
Samson spoke in a very peculiar language, and the vampire nodded slightly.
They looked down on Mu Qing, but from beginning to end, they didn't take anyone on the gambling ship seriously, including Fang Zong!
Since you're here, you might as well learn a lesson. Even if you have incredible luck, do you really think you can dance with ghosts without some real skills?
Samson looked at Fang Zong with a mocking expression, then suddenly!
Fang Zong stood up, and the gambling table in front of him shattered with a bang, leaving only the roulette wheel intact.
Fang Zong was still sitting in the chair, but he moved his body forward three meters, raised his hand, and struck Mu Qing's chest with a single palm.
Murong quickly raised his hand and clashed his palms against Fang Zong.
With a loud "bang!", a visible wave of light swept out.
The vampire quickly stepped in front of Samson, slashing out with his claw to block the sweeping light wave, but still managed to take a step back. The remaining wealthy merchants were even more pitiful, with half of them dying instantly. The rest were lucky, as they happened to be behind some powerful ghosts.
Even these powerful ghosts were either dead or injured.
"Ding Dang! Congratulations to the Summoner for having a lucky streak! You got the spell for the Corpse in the Sunken Lake, and critical strike spells +1!"
The roulette wheel was still spinning steadily, and the ball was still stuck on the thirty-second square, jumping around as the wheel spun, never leaving the ball.
Mu Qing coughed up blood, her face changing drastically. "Impossible!" she cried out, straining her hand as a wave of ghostly energy exploded forth.
Every wisp of ghostly energy was like a long needle, or a ferocious carnivorous fish waiting to prey on Fang Zong from the bottom of the water, searching for his weakness!
"Double kill! Congratulations to the summoner for getting a double kill! The spell that hit the Corpse of the Sinking Lake, critical strike spells +1!"
"Pfft!" Mu Qing coughed up blood again.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! You're only at the third level of the Technique Realm, why can't I beat you?" she shouted in surprise, no longer daring to contend with Fang Zong, and tried to withdraw her palm and retreat.
Fang Zong laughed even more heartily.
Since the chair had already turned to ashes under his buttocks, he simply stood up.
His five fingers also firmly gripped Mu Qing's hand.
"Come here!" Fang Zong pulled Mu Qing, whose foundation had been destroyed and whose strength had decreased, into his arms.
A delicate, petite body rubbed against his chest, but what he saw was a pretty face filled with panic.
Fang Zong laughed heartily:
"Overnight fee is fifteen million US dollars. Sorry, I'm faster."
Thirty seconds, I'll play you to death...
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