"Oh my god, are you Young Master Void? Why do you look so sickly?" Fang Jueyu was startled by this figure.
This young man was pale, skinny, and had dark circles as heavy as if he hadn't slept for a year. If it weren't for his lips having some color, Fang Jueyu would have thought he was a corpse.
"I heard Mr. Zhou Runfa claims to be the Gambling God and has never lost. We, the younger generation of the pupil skill families on Ghana Planet, want to challenge Mr. Zhou. If you are willing to impart your wisdom, let's meet tomorrow at 'Casa Stone Workshop.' We hope to see you there."
"Turn it off, turn it off, this voice is making me nauseous," Fang Jueyu said with disgust. He was almost a voice fanatic, and hearing such a hoarse yet shrill voice made him want to slap the guy right in front of him.
