It was all Wei Bao stirring up trouble, if not for Wei Bao, Little Shan would have definitely won against Zhang Xiaoshan's pair of threes with his own pair of sixes.
Then he would have won almost ten thousand this round.
What does ten thousand mean?
It's his entire year's hard-earned income from the fields.
"Wei Bao, you motherfucker playing games with me, just you wait," Wu Biao cursed Wei Bao's ancestors viciously in his mind.
Zhang Xiaoshan had been using his Mind Reading Ability to probe their thoughts all along.
At this moment, he was overjoyed.
Things were going very smoothly.
The gambling continued.
The trick he had used on Wu Biao, he had operated the same on Li Erniu.
Before long, Li Erniu had lost more than three thousand.
Li Erniu had a mule's temperament and immediately turned against Wei Bao.
"Wei Bao, what the hell do you mean by that?"
"Are you purposely screwing me over?"
Wei Bao said with a look of disdain.
