Ling Yun saw that Jiang Chen's card was a five.
That meant his own hand totaled sixteen points.
Meanwhile, Jiang Chen's cards totaled seventeen, just one point higher.
A wave of sharp, indrawn breaths rippled through the crowd.
"The Gambling King actually lost."
"My heavens, it's unbelievable! Lord Ling Yun has been winning for so many years, yet this time he lost to some kid."
"They signed a life-and-death pact. Does this mean Lord Ling Yun really has to commit suicide?"
The crowd was in an uproar.
Wen Shixuan and Wen Shixi were both stunned, frozen in place.
They had brought Ling Yun here to turn the tables and crush Jiang Chen.
But now, to their astonishment, not only had they failed to crush Jiang Chen, but he had turned the tables on them, getting the better of Ling Yun.
This was an outcome none of them could have ever imagined.
The Third Prince and his group looked pleasantly surprised.
It meant Jiang Chen wouldn't have to kill himself.
