118 3.51 Casino pt.9

Vladislav had the harrowing 15 points in total, Thanh Van was scraping the bottom of the barrel with his 5 points, and Jan stared at a 10 with a confident smirk.

That's right. This piece of shit might have been forced to bet on his skill card, but that didn't stop him from using it in the game.

"Mr Vladislav, stand or hit?"

"Hit."

The NPC flipped him a third card, and Leonid's fingers scraped at the velvet table. He now had 18 points. If he went over 21, he would be mute, and if he stayed, there was still the high risk of being mute.

Truly, the system couldn't be this cruel to him, could it?

"Mr Vladislav, stand or hit?"

"Stand." The vampire gave up. Either way, he would be mute. He was placing his bets on the last round to give him enough blood to regrow and heal these broken parts.

"Mr Ruan, stand or hit?" The NPC's full attention was now on the little vixen, the killing intent freezing the air around them.

"Hit."