"Mr. Ye, here are the chips you asked for!" Fat Cat brought over the chips, with a face full of sympathy, reminding him, "Mr. Ye, they are all seasoned gamblers, you really ought to know when to stop!"
"Fat Cat, if it's nothing important, get lost!" Wang Bao urged impatiently.
Soon, a new round of gambling began.
Ye Wudao continued his streak of terrible luck, losing fifty million in just a matter of minutes!
Lin Chunchun, Lei Hu, and Fat Cat exchanged glances, their faces too pained to watch!
The cards were too bad!
"Heh heh, I'm afraid I'll have to take this hand off your hands!" The black butcher said with a cigar in his mouth, in a great mood.
Wang Bao hurried him along, "Butcher, you tight-fisted ghost, aren't you gonna offer the easy mark, oh, my bad, the respected Mr. Ye, a smoke?"
"Oh yeah, right, Mr. Ye, have a cigar, the world's finest Cuban cigars!" The butcher quickly handed Ye Wudao a top-quality cigar and even took the initiative to light it for him.
Puff!
