Rong City.
At the poker table, the golden banquet hall is gently playing soothing music.
A group of people stared at the man who, ever since the incident, lost every time he played cards.
President Chen and a few others felt a bit embarrassed.
With an awkward laugh, he said, "F-Feng, President Feng... you have so much money, there's no need to give it to us like this, right? If this continues, who will dare to invite you to play cards in the future?"
On the green Texas Hold'em tablecloth, everyone's chips were stacked high like mountains, except for one person, whose area was empty with only a few scattered chips, looking rather shabby.
Except... occasionally, his phone showed records of transferring money, proving he was buying chips and wasn't short on money.
Upon hearing this, Feng Chengjin slowly lifted his eyes from his bowed position.
His dark pupils contained a color that made people uneasy, commanding submission.
