At that moment, Wei Bao had three threes.
A triple.
But Zhang Xiaoshan's hand was even more outrageous.
Three eights.
Also a triple, but much larger than Wei Bao's.
Even heaven seemed to be helping Zhang Xiaoshan.
"It seems good people do get good rewards after all. I wonder if Wei Bao can still hold his ground?"
"Wei Bao, you're really no fun at all, too petty. If you keep this up, we could sit here for three days and nights and still get nowhere. I'm really tired."
"I'll bet three thousand."
Zhang Xiaoshan, looking extremely impatient, threw three thousand onto the gambling table.
The people nearby also started making noise.
"Wei Bao, aren't you usually all high and mighty? Why are you acting like a whiny woman today, so petty?"
"Exactly, why are you dragging this out?"
These words reached Wei Bao's ears, making him flush red, but the greatest advantage of this man was his thick skin; he didn't feel embarrassed at all, and instead replied with a smile.
