Chapter 417 Gambling Table Showdown 2

Just now, Tristan suddenly hit for a reason that Zeke couldn't understand, but Basilisk was very clear about it. It seemed that since they had been setting up Zeke, the Mulder family couldn't help but invite an expert over.

Basilisk smiled slightly, gently clamped the cigar with the cigar cutter, and then picked up the lighter to toast the expensive cigar in his hand. As for the stakes, Basilisk was very confident.

As the lighter toasted the cigar, its unique aroma slowly spread. Basilisk glanced at Tristan and said, "How many times can you save this fool?"

Tristan leaned back in his seat, "At least I didn't let you win so easily."

"Really?" Basilisk put the cigar in his mouth, took a strong puff, and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. He glanced at Zeke, who was gradually approaching from the side, and laughed, "Well, let me give it a try then."

Basilisk challenged Tristan.

Tristan was naturally fearless.