"Have I lost?"
Yi Xiaofei's expression was very calm as he spoke indifferently.
"You lost fair and square, there's no denying it! You lost to Young Master Yue!"
The person beside Le Yiwei exclaimed loudly.
"I'm more worried about you trying to wriggle out of it!"
Yi Xiaofei retorted.
"I, Le Yiwei, am not someone who reneges on debts, but the fact is right before our eyes! The jade you cut out is all junk!"
"Junk! That's just on the surface!"
"The surface?"
Le Yiwei's eyebrows furrowed.
"Don't try to bluff us. Young Master Yue is a Grandmaster Stone-Gambler. Do you really think he could lose to a nobody like you?"
"What surface, not surface, if you could win, I'd eat this stone right here!"
There's always an abundance of people who like to show off their power. Speaking in an extreme manner, someone picked up a small stone piece from by their feet—it was cut from the jade.
They shook it in their hand and gestured.
