자유게시판

• 목록
• 답변
• 글쓰기
• 게시판 리스트 옵션
  • 수정
  • 삭제

The hot battle finally begins.

Following Freeman's guidance, we head to a table where many people are seated.

This time, Freeman's friends are with us, making a total of nine people.

With this number of people, naturally the baccarat table is reserved for Freeman and his party.

We had heard beforehand that Freeman had friends, but we didn't expect so many people lol.

After a quick greeting, the team game begins.

They're all planning to go to a casino in Korea and then go straight to Bangkok.

The purpose of this trip is to spend the money they win at the casino lol.

That's nice.

I like that kind of purpose lol.

I'm so jealous.

And they've already won quite a bit.

One of the friends says he should take his profits soon.

It's amazing that he's won 50% of his bankroll.

I'll try to stir things up a bit.

M: "Is XX million yen enough to spend a lavish amount? lol"

Friend: "What kind of lavish amount is not enough lol"

Freeman and his friends are all friendly and funny, so we can joke around even though we just met.

I'm shy.

I was worried about whether I could open up to them, but it seems like it will be okay.

From then on, the game progresses as we talk nonsense and funny stories.

About an hour has passed since we started playing together.

Freeman, who had been telling funny stories and livening up the atmosphere,

suddenly changed his expression and tone of voice.

F: "Mame, I'm going."

As he says this, he quietly places his chips on the table.

Looking at the chips he has placed,

the banker has

one black chip.

M: "Eh? Shall we go here?"

F: "Yes, here."

Looking at the lines, it doesn't look like a face, nor does it have any distinctive shape.

If anything, it was a tricky situation that was hard to predict.

I glanced sideways at Freeman.

His eyes were not bloodshot.

He didn't look cornered.

He was clear-minded and showed confidence and determination.

It seemed like Freeman sensed something.

Or rather, he seemed to see something.

At first glance, he didn't look like he was in a critical position,

but Freeman is no ordinary man.

He is the man who conquered Kilimanjaro.

M: "I understand. I'll cheer you on too."

I bet one black chip to the banker.

The dealer called out "No more bets."

He said he'd cheer him on,

but if he lost, it would be no laughing matter.

Please, really.

To be continued