Yang Jian returned to the casino hall as if nothing had happened.
At that moment.
Xiong Wenwen, Zhang Wei, and the others were still unaware that a confrontation had ended. They were still playing in the hall.
Around a table, many people gathered to watch.
Xiong Wenwen stood arrogantly on a chair with a huge pile of chips in front of him. Across from him, the dealer had cold sweat on his face; he knew this kid was here to cause trouble. From the beginning, every game he played, he won, and he had already emptied the credit of several tables.
Now it was his turn.
Moreover, this kid bet heavily on every hand, winning at least over a billion despite the limit.
"What are you looking at Daddy Xiong for? Deal the cards," Xiong Wenwen glared at the dealer and said.
The dealer had no choice but to continue dealing cards.
As expected, Xiong Wenwen won again, without any suspense.
