The Lucky Guy

The two of them hurried over to the game machine where the "lucky boy" had been playing, their hearts racing with both anxiety and curiosity. Brother Wang, still shaking off the remnants of his nap, couldn't suppress the surge of panic when he heard the figure of nearly 10,000 game coins.

The scene at the machine was as chaotic as ever, but now the stakes had changed. The crowd surrounding the machine had thickened, the whispers had turned into hushed murmurs of disbelief, and every glance that fell upon the young man now was a mix of jealousy and intrigue. He wasn't just a lucky player anymore; he was the center of attention, with his winnings growing larger by the minute.

"How many has he won now?" Brother Wang pushed through the crowd to get closer.

"Almost ten thousand... This can't be right, can it?" Xiaoshang muttered, his nervousness palpable.

At first, they had thought it was just some lucky streak. After all, players could win small amounts often, but a consistent streak like this—especially with the large amounts the boy had accumulated—was highly unusual. What caught their attention even more was how the boy's losses, although they seemed frequent, were overshadowed by the sheer number of small wins, steadily building up to a massive total.

It wasn't just good luck anymore. It didn't fit the script.

"Something's off," Brother Wang murmured, his voice dark with suspicion. He wasn't in charge of the game city's operations by accident. Experience had taught him that the unexpected could often signal trouble. Even though he knew the game machines were rigged to a certain degree, he had never seen this kind of situation before.

Xiaoshang kept his distance as the two of them watched the boy feed more game coins into the machine. His eyes were still glued to the screen, his expression vacant, as if completely unaware of the crowd around him. A small portion of the crowd still watched in awe, but a few started murmuring about the possibility of cheating. Others looked frustrated, some even angry that they could never get such good luck.

"It's too much," Xiaoshang said quietly. "I've never seen anyone win so much... and so fast. Should we call someone to check it out? We can't let it go on like this. It'll raise too many questions."

Brother Wang frowned deeply. He knew the game city was usually very tight on its operations, but the idea of a potential breach of its control was something no one wanted to handle. The last thing they needed was an investigation into a rogue player or, worse, an internal malfunction of the machine.

"No, not yet. Let's wait and see how far it goes," Brother Wang muttered. "If it doesn't stop, we'll take action. But for now, let's just keep an eye on him."

Despite his calm demeanor, the tension was evident in his voice. A loss of this magnitude could not be ignored. If the boy managed to reach 10,000 game coins, that meant millions of alliance coins were in danger, and the management would be furious.

A few more minutes passed, and the boy's streak showed no sign of stopping. His eyes, once vacant, began to show a flicker of recognition as the game coins piled up. Was he aware of the potential consequences of his actions, or was he just playing another round in his mindless way?

Brother Wang exchanged a glance with Xiaoshang.

"Alright, that's it. We need to take action before it's too late."

He moved towards the counter to inform the supervisor of the anomaly. As they walked off to find the higher-ups, the young man with the game coins in his hand continued to play, completely unaware that his fortune was about to come to an end.

The entire game city was on edge, caught in the drama of a lucky player whose streak of wins could shatter everything they thought they controlled.