The phantom light kept rotating and changing, and both of them stared at the patterns on the slot machine, but the young man seemed to be more anxious than Angola.

"Don't blame me if you can't get anything good -" the man stopped mid-sentence.

Because the first pattern is a cherry.

The second pattern is also a cherry.

The third rotating wheel also gradually stopped. The pattern on it turned out to be cherries.

Didi, didi, didi, didi, didi -

The slot machine suddenly glowed with golden light, and the counter card above the head kept flashing, emitting a festive red-gold light, as if to celebrate that the prize pool that he had worked so hard to save was cleared.

If you bet a hundred chips and win, it is equivalent to emptying the prize pool. This situation can be called a "grand slam".

Angola watched his money bag swell rapidly and smiled with satisfaction. He patted his swollen belly and looked at the stunned young man beside him.

"Holy shit..." The man was so surprised that he almost dropped his fist, "You mean, you won the grand prize?"

"Yes!" Angola laughed and patted the other party's shoulder with his hand.

"Go to hell!" The man angrily lost control of his body, lying on the ground and yelling, twisting and rolling like maggots.

It was he who turned the lever just now, not this old immortal thing!

"It seems that you are really lucky, young man."

If he doesn't win the jackpot this time, he will indeed only have a hundred chips left. By then, a dilemma is very likely to arise. It seems that this time Angola's bet was successful.
Chapter completed!