Chapter 391: If he plays idealism, then I'll play idealism too.

"Heh."

Wen Ping dodged the gambling den owner's slap and, as if casually, flicked the dust off his shoulder, chuckling, "We'll meet again."

With that,

he took the necklace from the owner's hand and disappeared into the crowd without looking back.

Completely ignoring the pleas and calls of the guests around him.

...

"Hey, little brother, don't go, we've already got six jokers, one more and you win 10 million Points, isn't that worth more than the necklace?"

"Yeah, that's 10 million Points, what are you waiting for if not to take a chance at this time?"

"Here, young man, I'll give you 1000 Points to finish this game, how about it?"

The guests around the gambling table looked at Wen Ping's unwaveringly departing figure with faces full of regret.

Although they hadn't participated in this round,

watching such a staggering gamble to the end was thrilling for them, regardless of who won; it satisfied their craving and gave them something to talk about in the future.