Yan Fei thought there would be a fierce "dragon versus tiger" battle coming up, but to his surprise, the Young Master Yang, who had just been pointed out by the host, smiled faintly, picked up his glass of wine, nodded to another young man not far away, and then took a gentle sip before putting it down, his movements indescribably calm and composed.
Heizi had just taken out his money, and now, clutching the thin stack of bills, he couldn't feel more awkward.
Seeing him look as pitiful as a bullied young wife at a loss whether to advance or retreat, Yan Fei chuckled and stuffed the money into his hand. "Go place the bet! Just throw in a casual thirty or twenty thousand, we're here to have fun, don't put yourself under so much pressure."
Heizi held the money, looking utterly befuddled: "Which dog should I bet on then?"
Yan Fei couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time: "You've been watching for such a long time and you still can't tell which one to choose?"
