Mo Qian's lips curved into a faint cold smile as he pushed the pile of golden chips on the table forward, "These, take them if you want, but if you want to block my way, let's see if you have the skill."
To avoid Yamamoto Yu's suspicion, he deliberately lowered his voice when speaking, making it sound deeper than usual, carrying an invisible pressure.
The Indian businessman was clearly shocked by his move, staring at Mo Qian with his mouth agape. He wondered if the man had lost his mind, giving away money instead of taking it!
Yamamoto Yu also showed surprise, unconsciously taking a few more glances at Mo Qian, with a strange gleam flashing in his shrewd eyes.
With that, Mo Qian turned and walked away with Ji Wei on his arm.
The Indian businessman, seeing that he really didn't want the pile of money, instantly showed intense excitement, reaching across the table to grab the pile of shining chips, wanting to claim them all.
