"Sorry about that, you lost." Wu Gang smiled and gathered the chips on the table towards himself.
If Wu Gang had asked for a card first, perhaps this round would have ended already.
From beginning to end, Wu Gang had only watched Zou Yi's cards but never once looked at the cards the beautiful dealer hadn't dealt out.
Wu Gang glanced at the time, it was almost seven o'clock, and the evening darkness had begun to envelop the outside. He asked softly, "When will Black Tiger come over?"
"He should be here after it's completely dark," Mo Ning whispered back.
Wu Gang nodded, smiled, and said, "Then let's continue, the stake is two million. Or shall we raise the bet? It's not that interesting this way."
"If you don't want to play, then just get lost—no one's forcing you to stay here."
At this moment, Zou Yi was in a terrible mood, having lost two million in just a few minutes, he felt a sharp pang of loss.
