Yang Fan looked at the mountainous pile of props and chips before him, his gaze flickering with uncertainty.
Diwu Ming's words from earlier might have been off, fearing it wasn't his own skills at play but rather the tricks the woman had up her sleeve.
Once or twice, Yang Fan might still believe it was just his own good luck.
But this had happened so many times now, he was almost soaring every round.
There was obviously something fishy!
But why would Diwu Ming do such a thing?
Yang Fan couldn't figure it out.
He glanced at Zhang Yulan, who was also winning, but not as wildly as Yang Fan.
Today, at this table, the only person losing was Diwu Ming.
"Boss Diwu, I'm afraid I can't continue playing this game, it's too frightening," Yang Fan said, putting down his cards.
Diwu Ming asked with a smile, "Is it you winning that is frightening, or do you think my losing is frightening?"
