"What do you want to bet?" Lin Fan casually asked with a smile.
"How about each person draws a card and compares who's higher?" The crew-cut man grinned eerily.
Lin Fan shrugged indifferently and gestured invitingly, "Sure."
"Kid! You'll be crying soon!" The scar-faced man sneered from the side.
"Who's going to win isn't decided yet." Lin Fan casually pushed ten million chips onto the table.
Each chip is worth a hundred thousand, and a hundred of these stack up like a small mountain. The eyes of the crew-cut man and his group glowed seeing so much money; after all, ten million is no small amount!
This commotion immediately drew the attention of those nearby. The crew-cut man and his gang were currently like plagues in the casino; everyone who gambled with them lost everything. Now someone was challenging the crew-cut man, and everyone gathered around to watch.
