"Each chip is worth five hundred thousand," Harringfort declared, his gaze had a hint of amusement and glee. He sat opposite Zhou Jingren before he gestured for one of his men to hand Zhou Jingren some chips. "I have a total of two hundred chips. How about you? How many—"
"Same as you." Zhou Jingren interrupted him. "A hundred million worth of chips."
"Very good!" Harringfort beamed. "Well… I am really feeling generous today. So… how about we call your friend? Oh, wait. He is still asleep. How about your secretary? You know… for some support?"
"You can do whatever you want." Zhou Jingren answered. To be honest, his mind was currently with Lily. He could not help but wonder if she was safe or if this man had dared to attack her as well. What if he was planning to use Lily against him? "My only concern is my wife."
