In the underground gambling den, if the upper space still has some basic order, at most you can gamble until your underwear is lost, but at least you can still walk out with your legs.
However, in the lower space, the baseline of order is completely different.
It's a "slaughterhouse" for humans, where everything about a person can be openly priced.
An eyeball, a kidney, a pair of hands, even a life...
Anything you can make a decision on can be used as a chip to gamble for a chance to change your fate.
At a gambling table in the lower space, a man and a woman sat face to face, in front of them was a thick stack of Moon Currency Paper Money with a 1000 denomination.
The man held a revolver, slowly placed the barrel in his mouth, his dirt-covered face contorted unconsciously, his bloodshot eyes wide open, breathing heavily like a bull.
"Click." He pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened.
