What Did You Just Say? B*tch?

Soon, the staff responsible for the dice game had everything all prepped and ready. The man eyed Mo Jiangye with malice.

Just as they were about to start the game, someone frantically ran toward the foreign man and whispered something into his ear. With an ashen face, he cast a side-glance at his opponent.

"Keep the goods and leave."

"Yes, Boss."

Keep the goods?

Mo Jiangye's eyes sank. "How can you take back what you bet on the gambling table?"

"I don't want the money anymore." After beckoning to the underling beside him to quickly clear the goods on the table, the man tried to hastily retreat from the place.

However, just as they were about to reach the exit, the numerous guns pointing at them from the doorway forced them to slowly retreat.