Tang Dongfeng sneered, "That's no fun, it seems you're planning to use this skill to beat me. But the dice are shattered; are we gambling or comparing Inner Strength? So dishonest, really no fun."
Steward He's face turned ugly, indeed hearing the onlookers deliberately clamoring that the gambling den couldn't take a loss.
At this moment,
a commanding voice rang out: "What's happening here?"
"Elder Qi." Steward He saw Elder Qi San approaching and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He stood up with Old Song, who was drenched in cold sweat.
"This is what happened..." Steward He didn't dare to delay, quickly explaining the situation, knowing well he couldn't solve the current trouble.
Even seeing Elder Qi San's face turning cold, facing potential punishment, he could only wipe his cold sweat and step back.
Elder Qi San walked to the gambling table, meeting Tang Dongfeng's gaze, scrutinizing the two servant boys behind him.
