"Xiao Zhang, since you're willing to gamble, you should accept the loss! Hurry up and transfer the money to me, stop dillydallying!" Chu Nan took out his phone from his pocket and urged with a smile.
For Chu Nan, as long as there was money to be made, he was more than happy to have such competitions ten or eight more times. After all, his opponents were rookies who hadn't even grasped the basics, and winning for him was as easy as it was pleasant.
Although Zhang Xianjian felt extremely reluctant at heart, he had no choice but to endure it for the time being. He silently took out his phone and transferred one million to Chu Nan. Only after the money was in the account did he explode with frustration, "Alright, you've got the money now, get us out of here quickly!"
