Chapter 32

Yosef Tanner opened the sieve bowl with a gloomy face, and when he dropped it just now, he messed up the predicted trajectory in his sieve bowl. It was originally six six points, but three sieves flew off, and the remaining three sieves were even worse. It was messy, and the total points were less than ten. In this round, there was no doubt that Tyrus Wilson won!

"Mr. Tanner! What's wrong with you?"

The woman next to him asked in surprise.

"Just now there was a sudden numbness in the arm, and then I couldn't control the strength."

"hehe……"

Tyrus Wilson smiled softly: "As I said just now, luck should be on my side in this one."

"You are so proud!"

"Just now you took advantage of it and won a round by chance. Do you really think that your so-called luck can help you win the third round?"

Tyrus Wilson narrowed his eyes slightly: "Since Mr. Tanner is so confident, how about we play something big?"