Macau Mars Base, no longer bustling with crowds as before, occasionally only a few scattered backpackers, staring with bloodshot eyes still shouting words like sweeping the chain, car head, narrative, opening the sky door, and so on. The purple light of the crystal chandelier flickers dimly, and the sexy dealers are dressed in crisp space uniforms, but their eyes reveal a sense of loss. Since the base leaders also came to gamble, many people have already lost all their chips.

Macau Moon Base, gamblers in spacesuits crowd at the baccarat table, chips falling like a meteor shower. The casino owners exchange a smile, and the boss says, 'Aiai, my method still works, right? If one table doesn't work, we need to open five tables at the same time. For the busy tables, we’ll send an Alpha, and they all come to play. The operations on Mars are purely self-inflicted and unsustainable.

Another group of gamblers flew directly to Time Vegas, where there are no conventional gambling methods. They mainly let stars auction on stage. The lights are bright and the wine flows, the neon flickers, casting everyone's face in shades of red and green, the dealers shuffle cards as if flowing water, and the shouts of gamblers shake the heavens.