Hearing the other party, Zhang Gaoqiu lowered his head and glanced at Chai Chuanxin, very satisfied with how quickly the latter had switched sides.
"Since you've come over to the bright side, all our past grudges are written off. I, Zhang Gaoqiu, am not a petty man." As he spoke, Zhang Gaoqiu looked toward Zhang Chen, who was standing alone in the distance, a trace of smugness flashing in his eyes.
"Young Master Zhang, I can make a bet with you. That Zhang Chen must be seething with regret right now, realizing you're the Son of Fortune and wanting to come fawn over you." At this moment, Chai Chuanxin activated his talent. His eyes fell on Zhang Gaoqiu, burning hot, but the instant his talent kicked in, his heart jumped—within his field of view, Zhang Gaoqiu didn't have any chips at all.
The other party didn't have a single chip on him!
