Seeing this scene.
Ning An and Lin Yanke exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with both helplessness and a bit of indifference.
"Sharp forehead and narrow brows, bloodshot eyes, contemplative expression, a look like an eagle and a wolf. A face that truly hides treachery and malice."
Lin Yanke nodded in agreement, expressing satisfaction.
"It's them. At least seven or eight people have been doomed by this bunch."
Suddenly, Ning An's face turned pale, the performance began, and he murmured:
"Five million, where do we have that much? Quick...let's go."
Grabbing Lin Yanke's hand, Ning An made a move to run, although his feet didn't budge, it really looked quite convincing.
Lin Yanke, equally cooperative, looked at Ning An incredulously, exaggeratingly shocked:
"We won twelve million at the casino before, and now you're telling me there's no money?"
Ning An gave a bitter laugh: "Later I gambled again and lost it all."
