Ye Feng looked at the chips on the greasy middle-aged man's plate. "Where did you get the money again?"
The greasy middle-aged man sneered at him. "What do you care? I have a lot of money. If you have the ability, continue to win."
Ye Feng looked at his deranged expression and shook his head helplessly. "Forget it, you should go play with someone else."
The man immediately revealed a mocking smile. "What? Are you afraid?"
Ye Feng smiled lightly. "That's not the case. I guess you borrowed this money from a loan shark, right? I don't want to go too far. You'd better return the money quickly so that your family won't be ruined."
As he spoke, he was about to leave with Cheng Fei'er.
