"You with the mask are quite arrogant, aren't you afraid you'll lose everything soon? Don't come crawling to me then, because as they say, there's no mercy at the gambling table," the young man said, squinting his eyes unceremoniously.
"I'll throw that line back at you," Xu Ke, under the mask, slightly curled his lips. In Xu Ke's eyes, this kind of person was just an impetuous youth with no threat at all. He wondered whether the young man was truly as formidable as they claimed, and with that thought, Xu Ke sat opposite the man with an effortlessly relaxed posture.
"Hmph, let's see who's really more skilled between the two of us. You decide what we play, whatever it is, I'll accompany you today," Xu Ke waved his hand dismissively, indeed showing the demeanor of a master.
But the young man was quite arrogant, never believing anyone could beat him at the gambling table, assuming instead that Xu Ke was bluffing, which made his smile slightly mocking.
