"Damn you. How dare you come and gamble when you have no money?
"Hurry up and return the thousands of dollars you owe us. Otherwise, I will kill you now!"
Although Chad on the ground was bleeding, he was still begging, "Please stop hitting me. Lend me 160 dollars more! Just 160 dollars! I will definitely win it back, and when I win back the money, I will immediately pay it back!"
The man in the suit, Manuel, retracted his gaze and approached the table. The smoke made him uncomfortable.
The person in charge smiled evilly as he put his hand behind his back and made a few gestures. The people behind him immediately understood and came over one after another.
Those people looked at each other and thought that they could take Manuel's money. However, they had already lost 8 thousand dollars in more than ten matches.
Manuel seemed to think that he had won enough money and wanted to leave with the money.