"Death God's gamble?"
Chu Xiu raised an eyebrow slightly, "What is that?"
"It's a special gamble that uses life as a stake," the voice of the masked man was hoarse, "If you win against me, I will give you ten Destiny Chips. These chips come from the God of Gambling, they are worth a fortune. Outside, countless people would scramble for even one to no avail."
"And what if I lose?" Chu Xiu calmly asked.
"Is there any need to ask?" The masked man seemed a bit impatient, "I already said, it's the Death God's gamble where life is the stake..."
"Death God?" Chu Xiu sneered dismissively, interrupting him, "How many divisions does the Death God have? I want to know the specifics. How do you plan to take my life?"
The masked man seemed to have never encountered such an arrogant person, was momentarily speechless, and only after a while, responded with dissatisfaction, "Why ask so many questions, anyway you can't refuse the gamble, unless you want to stay here forever..."
