The Fat Man’s Sadness

"Son of a b!tch! My spiritual stones!"

A cry similar to a pig being slaughtered astounded the entire gambling ground.

The fat man struggled to find his footing. His eyes were round as they stared straight ahead of him, fueled with anger and sadness. When he saw how his ticket was absorbed by the table behind Ling Xian's name, his sadness multiplied.

Then, a series of pig-slaughtering cries arose.

"Son of b!!!!!!tch! My spiritual stones!"

"That was my entire life's saving! I sold my ancestor's land to get that two million spiritual stones!"

"I am going to kill myself! That was all my money!"

The fat man continued to cry in agony. His hands slammed into the round table again and again. Mucus and tears dripped down his face out of sadness.

He originally wiped out his entire wealth to bet on Le Wu Ya in hopes of getting rich. Sadly, he slipped and ended up placing all his hope on Ling Xian. Why wouldn't he be furious?