His smile was somewhat sinister: "Young Master Zongwei, that's enough for today. Why not come and play another day?"
Wang Zongwei suddenly felt a chill, as if sensing something was off, and immediately regained some clarity: "Brother Youde is right, luck is not on my side today, it's not suitable to continue, so I'll take my leave first."
As he spoke, Wang Zongwei lowered his head and walked out of the room.
"Hold on."
Ding Youde clasped his hands behind his back and sneered coldly.
As soon as he spoke, several burly personal attendants immediately blocked the door, trapping Wang Zongwei inside the "Earth" room.
"Brother Youde, what is the meaning of this?" Wang Zongwei's face turned somewhat pale.
"Young Master Zongwei, our casino has its rules," Ding Youde said, his smile not reaching his eyes, "The young master should settle the debts before leaving."
"Debt? How much do I owe?" Wang Zongwei's face grew more uncomfortable, sensing something was amiss.
