Jinglin Zuoye looked at Song Xiaodong with a smile and said, "My luck has always been great. This round carries a wager of Fifteen Million. I wonder if you have that kind of money?"
Song Xiaodong responded with a faint smile, "Don't worry, that amount isn't even worth mentioning."
"I didn't expect you to be quite capable. Let's continue, then. I'll clean you out, but don't worry—if you can't pay, you can use them to settle the debt. A pair of twins, they must be worth something."
Song Xiaodong's gaze grew icy as he replied, "Since you're saying that, I don't need to be polite with you."
"Polite? Haha... I don't want people to be polite with me. I actually prefer it when people go head-to-head with me. The harder they try, the happier I get." Jinglin Zuoye's eyes were filled with mockery and disdain.
At that moment, the banker had already cleared the chips from the previous round, and the next game began.
