Hang Qin, seeing no one speaking, continued to break the silence, "How about you give me some face?"
"Fuck, gambling with Black Spade Q? Who doesn't know he's a gambling god?"
"Second Young Master Hang is quite the devil, eh? Deliberately messing with 'Yin Man,' interesting."
"Yeah, why didn't I think of that? This way, Yin Man will have to take off the mask, right? Hurry, hurry, start!"
Whispers started to spread among the surrounding crowd, growing more and more excited, as if they were already seeing the face beneath the Silver Fox mask.
Ji Tian slightly furrowed her brows, her lips pursed with slight displeasure. Where had this roadblock dog come from, obstructing her path to wealth? Anyone standing in her way was dead!
But this Black Spade Q was even more arrogant than she had imagined. His lips carried a trace of mocking smirk, "Who are you? I'm supposed to give you face?"
