C1144 Probability

"Since you know, I won't marry into your family. How many bullets?!"

Jack Bei smiled and held five or six pure gold bullets in his snow-white palm. The crisp sound of metal hitting metal made his eyes squint comfortably.

"One. I want to play longer, and it will be more exciting! Mr. Jack, do you think so? " Wang Mang placed his hands on the table and looked at Jack Bei face to face