"I won, I won."
"All the money on the table is mine now, I made a fortune."
In just under an hour, he had managed to get seventeen or eighteen thousand, which in White Dragon Village was more exciting than winning a five million lottery.
Wei Bao, with one hand on his hip and the other slamming his playing cards down onto the table with bravado, shouted loud and clear.
"Zhang Xiaoshan, you've been duped, I have a golden flower, and it's a big one."
He crowed like a rooster claiming victory.
"Damn, Wei Bao's luck tonight is just too good, isn't it?"
Wu Biao and Li Erniu were about to die of frustration.
Tonight, Wei Bao had swept away all the money single-handedly.
They had intended to join forces to strip Little Shan of his money, but in the end, their attempt to steal a chicken only resulted in them losing their rice—Wei Bao had taken all the advantages for himself, not to mention their principal investment.
This was just too envious for words.
