Kong Erhu's eyes flashed with a hint of fury, but he finally nodded.
"Rest assured, now that I've accepted defeat, I won't lay a hand on Wu Wei's women anymore," he said coldly.
"As for you, heh, you've got guts. Kill me today, if you can."
"Otherwise, I swear, I'll avenge today's grudge."
"And don't say I, Kong Erhu, didn't warn you."
The back of Kong Erhu's hand was already bandaged up.
Now, as he grew agitated, blood slowly began to seep through the bandage.
His face was fierce, and he glared at Yang Fei with malevolence, speaking very slowly, his words heavy with deep hatred.
Yang Fei sneered back, looking down on Kong Erhu with contempt: "When you have the ability to truly be my rival, you can talk tough then."
"Right now, you're not worthy!"
As the two spoke, the manager of the Junhao Casino had already exchanged the chips for a check.
He walked over, trembling, holding a check in both hands, yet not daring to hand it to Yang Fei, his eyes on Kong Erhu.
