"Leaving already?"
Wu Qiang's gaze was still tightly fixed on the gambling table in front of him, thinking that if he could win a bit more, he would leave.
At that moment, he didn't know where the confidence came from, feeling as if as long as he stayed at this table, he could surely win.
Thus, when he heard a few people saying they were leaving, he felt somewhat reluctant.
However, Zhou Yingting didn't give him a chance to refuse at this moment.
"It's late; we should go. You are winning now, so you can leave as well."
Wu Qiang heard this and instinctively glanced at the chips in his hand.
Compared to when he started, the chips he had now were much less, which made him a bit discouraged.
Damn it, earlier he was clearly winning so much, but now there's so little left, it's truly hard to accept.
"Can I play a few more rounds? I can win, just let me win a few more hands!"
Wu Qiang thought for a moment and then said through gritted teeth.
