Sun Zhuangjia gave Ma Zhisong a disdainful glance, muttering to himself that this guy was always wise after the event. If he was so capable, why didn't he just kill Tang Ming?
Of course, it was also fortunate that he hadn't made a move. If a fight had really broken out, this group would have been no match for Tang Ming.
Fortunately, they hadn't come to blows yet, so Sun Zhuangjia could still contemplate how to deal with Tang Ming again to regain his face. After all, losing over ten million was no small matter. Although Sun Zhuangjia was wealthy, he couldn't just let Tang Ming benefit for nothing.
The thought of Tang Ming, the little bodyguard, possibly using the money he won to woo Su Xiaoxi and even planning to book a hotel room ignited a surge of anger in Sun Zhuangjia's mind.
Qin Kong also felt a surge of anger. It was him who dealt the cards, so how could Tang Ming still win? "Brother Sun, why don't we just find someone to take this kid out directly?"
