Ji Youzhi pondered for a moment, choosing his words carefully before speaking.
"What I'm suggesting is that your gambling house should bring out another three boxes. Place them together as the stakes. Regardless of who wins or loses, we will leave right after. How does that sound?"
"What if I refuse?"
Sister Ying'Er fiercely gritted her teeth, glaring venomously at Ji Youzhi.
Three boxes, each containing fifty thousand taels. That's one hundred and fifty thousand taels in total. This man's audacity is too great!
"Don't look at me with such murderous eyes. I'm not asking for another one hundred and fifty thousand taels for the bet. What I want is for you to put forth your ill-gotten gains as the stakes!"
Ill-gotten gains?
Sister Ying'Er's mind buzzed, her pupils contracting sharply.
