Yousheng gave Xizeer a victory sign, then returned to the gambling table. "Let's go again."
Sha was also intimidated by Yousheng's maneuver, he said, "Kid, you're still just a child, is it good to be so heavy-handed?"
Before Yousheng could speak, Xizeer said lightly, "According to what Sha just said, does that mean our contract was for nothing? Fine, if you regret it and want to beg for mercy, we can accept it."
Sha was rendered speechless, glancing at the distant figure of his subordinate who was faintly visible, someone whose life or death was uncertain at this moment. Angrily, he thought, "Since you show no mercy in your moves, I won't be polite either. Otherwise, you truly won't know your own limits."
His words seemed to imply he was intentionally giving Yousheng an advantage.
Yousheng rolled his eyes, "Alright, why do you nag like an old woman? Hurry up, we're still waiting to go home. Unlike you, we have someone waiting for us at home."
