C683 I Can't Hear You

Huala!

The crowd gathered around and stared at the golden colored cup on the table. It was Jiang Zhen's special utensil for the nighttime arena. Just the price of a dice was a few hundred thousand.

Within the colored cup, there were six dice. They shined brilliantly with golden light, flickering with specks of light. After being shined upon, they were even more dazzling and captivating