As Ye Feng had just made a big fuss, everyone except Zhuang Xiaojiao hoped that he would lose.
The angrier they were, the happier Ye Feng was. He prayed in his heart, please continue to be angry. Yes, that's it.
He first pretended to look at the cards, then suddenly raised his head and laughed loudly. He threw the cards on the table. "Hahaha, I'm sorry. I'm just a little bigger than you."
When tuft of hair saw his ten of clubs, he felt his chest heat up and had the urge to vomit blood.
He had actually lost on this point, but it was this point that made him lose more than 10 million.
Everyone else present was also dumbfounded.
"What is it? Ten of clubs? Did he have to be so cunning? The ten of clubs won the nine of diamonds?"
"Although it only won by a little, he won more than 10 million!"
"Isn't this loss too depressing? He was so close. This luck is too heaven-defying."
