After Yang Hu finished speaking, nearly fifty security guards surged forward from in front of him, their faces bearing a cold sharpness, as they pounced toward Xiao Yifei and the Scorpion.
"How about that! You were just showing off to me, and now it's useless! Look, they're not buying what you're selling!"
Even faced with this scene, Xiao Yifei still had the mindset to joke with the Scorpion as almost fifty black-clad security guards pressed toward them, swarming in. In the huge first-floor gambling hall, there was nowhere for them to hide.
The Scorpion had been very worried when she saw Yang Hu hesitating earlier that something unexpected might happen. Now, the scene she had feared most had finally occurred, but Xiao Yifei was still joking around with her, which irritated her a bit.
