The blue iron plankton seemed like it was dying. Philip pretended to lie on the edge of the table and urged it along.

Seeing the others quickly overtaking it, Philip cursed the iron plankton, "I chose you not to see you stop here. Hurry up and move it, you piece of trash!"

Philip was hysterical.

Next to him, Carl grabbed hold of this Sir Gordon Tine tightly. His eyes gradually dimmed. It seemed that this expert was useless now.

Soon, iron plankton number seven was the first to reach the finish line through numerous obstacles. That person played his part well, pretending to be very shocked and excited.

They lost one million just like that. Carl looked helplessly at Philip, who was lying on the table and kicking a fuss to win it back.

"Sir, let's stop playing. We can pay back what we owe by working."

At this time, Philip looked as if he was buzzed from gambling.

is my game. As an outsider, you

manager narrowed his eyes and smiled. It seemed these two were not on familiar terms with each other.

"Let's continue!"

like to move very much. The number seven

laughed without comment

chosen by someone else reached the finish line first,

It was another million!

the table in frustration, scratching his messy hair as he muttered, "Why didn't I

Philip and said anxiously, "Sir, we really need to stop

million star dollars that went down the drain

shape today. You should listen to

said so, what he really wanted was to

the money I lost!" Philip smacked the table and said, "I'm going to

each. The manager did not expect him to be so forthright. After the initial shock, he was happy. A big bet would

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