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.

viciously, "This is my game.

terms with each other. It would be interesting to see how they would turn against each other and

"Let's continue!"

from a bunch of new plankton. It was a silver plankton that did not like to move very much. The number seven that reached the finish line in the last round was the

laughed without comment when

six iron plankton chosen by someone else reached

It was another million!

frustration, scratching his messy hair as he muttered, "Why didn't I choose

the deranged Philip and said anxiously, "Sir, we

dollars that went down the drain was equivalent

listen to

he said so, what he really wanted was to get

to win back all the money I lost!" Philip smacked the table

so forthright. After the initial shock, he

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