บท 895: If I Lose, I'll Compensate You With One Hand

Hearing Ye Feng's words, everyone exclaimed.

Weren't these two people playing too big?

They even bet their hand?

What kind of deep hatred was this?

Upon hearing that there was such a big commotion, many people immediately gathered around to watch the show.

A trace of disappointment flashed across Ma San's face, but he immediately became happy.

He hated Ye Feng to the bone. This kid won so much money from him and even forced him to borrow from loan sharks.

If he could really chop off one of the other party's hands, it would be considered as helping him vent his anger.

"Alright, it's settled then. Kid, open your eyes and watch carefully."

With that, he opened the dice cup.

Everyone looked over and saw that his three dice were: 4 points, 4 points, 6 points, a total of 14 points.

Ma San won this round!

"D*mn, he actually rolled 14 points? Isn't that too awesome?"