The man with the mole on his lip sneered, "Yes, yes, your card-playing skills are indeed quite good."
He spoke rather courteously, and under normal circumstances, Tang Feng should have been modest in his response.
But what he said next was even more infuriating, "Actually, my skills are quite average, it's just that your techniques are too weak."
At this, the faces of those present all darkened, and the atmosphere grew tense.
"Young man, don't you think that was a bit too much?" The man's expression became serious as well.
This guy had not only won money, but he was also making fun of them—this was going too far.
"Sorry about that, I'm a straight-talker. If you find it too harsh to the ear, then I apologize to you all."
Although Tang Feng said so, there was not a trace of remorse on his face.
Instead of calming things down, his words only stoked the anger of those present.
