"Swipe a card?"
Sun Zhuangjia's eyes bulged with rage, as if they were about to burst out of their sockets.
Tang Ming muttered to himself:
"The starting bet is 800,000, and there seem to be seven bombers, I need to calculate exactly how much that is..."
Su Xiaoxi immediately started calculating with blinking eyes, and after a short while, her mouth gaped open in disbelief, murmuring, "Over a hundred million per person? Two billion for two people?"
Sun Zhuangjia almost spat out a mouthful of dark blood. Losing a billion on a card game, wasn't that a bit too cruel? If word of this got back to his family, he'd probably be beaten and confined!
Even though the family of martial artists had a strong foundation, if a family member was addicted to gambling, even the greatest of family fortunes could not withstand such recklessness, eventually leading to complete ruin.
