Chapter 557 Reaching QY Island (Part Two) (2/2)

Molly watched him from behind, confused, trying to catch up with him. He turned around and said to her, ”If you feel uncomfortable walking around with your sandals on, then take them off. The sand here is clean. The sun shone on it in daytime, so it will be comfortable to walk on it barefoot.”

After saying this, Brian bent

The Mighty Soldier King is back!

With the original intention to protect his beautiful boss, he accidentally gets involved in dangerous adventures and trouble.

Will our Mighty Soldier King be defeated? Or will he sweep away all obstacles?

her. Shouts of excitement and depression kept rising from there.

With an attendant's help, Brian and Molly passed through the crowd and sat at the table. At this moment, there were only two or three vacancies left. The other ten-odd seats had all been taken.

When Brian showed up and sat down, the crowd toned down at first. Then the on-lookers started whispering. Most of them sized Brian up curiously, wondering who he was. Some even told him that this table was not suitable for him to play at and that he would be better off watching.

Noticing how people looked at them, Molly started to feel uncomfortable. ”Bri...” She looked at Brian, worried, although both the casino and the staff were his.

Sensing her fear, he squeezed her hand lightly and nodded at her. Somehow, she calmed down. Whenever she felt uneasy, one look, one movement, or even one cold remark from him would dispel the worries in her heart. She craved the sense of security he gave her, but at the same time, she was also afraid.

”Since there is a new player, I will announce the rules again,” a thirty-odd-year-old man with a square face said, tapping the top of the table with a chip. ”The payout is ten to one. The players become the banker by turns. The players can place bets on numbers. After winning five times consecutively, banker or not, the player can ask one person to play one on one with him. Of course, as to the payout and the bet...” At this point, the square-faced man looked at Brian meaningfully. Then he continued, ”It is determined by the banker. My friend, this table is serious. The bet is at least one million. So if you're here just for fun, I suggest you go to other tables.” Contempt was plain in his eyes.

Expressions on the faces of the people at the table differed from one another. The man nearest to the wheel, in his twenties, didn't look at Brian from beginning to end, not even once. Hearing the squared-face man's words, he just gave an evil smile.