The God-Like Number 23

Number 23 was his lucky number?

When everyone heard this, they were so angry that they vomited blood.

This round was no longer a simple round. It had touched on everyone's dignity. If number 23 could win again, then they would run around naked on the street.

Yuchi had become everyone's target.

"Little brother, since you bet on number 23, then I'll bet on number 22 next to you. You bet 400 yuan, so I'll bet 400 yuan too. Let's have a face-off."

Thanks to Yuchi, who had bet on No. 23 twice in a row, everyone felt stifled.

No matter what the number was, it could not be number 23 again.

This was absolutely impossible.

Standing at the side, Touan Xiaole was sweating buckets. 

'Even if he doesn't borrow money from the boss and stops here, I'll be satisfied. I don't want the commission anymore.'

'This guy must lose this round. The Heavenly Dao is too unfair. He's lucky and has a beautiful girl by his side!'