Chapter 163: Well Played

"Brother Man, you mean you've now won over five hundred million!" Wen Yang said directly.

"Pure luck, Young Master Wen." The burly man Manzi chuckled dryly.

"Hmph! Pure luck? Are you even ashamed to say that? Do you know? There's a saying over here: The loser has no say, the winner can't leave. You've now won over five hundred million, is it appropriate for you to leave?" Wen Yang coldly snorted, staring straight at the burly man Manzi.

"You all raised the bet to ten billion, I simply don't have that much money!" the burly man Manzi retorted fearlessly.

"Heh, really? Would you like me to lend you some then, Brother Man?" Wen Yang sneered with a laugh.

"That won't be necessary," said the burly man Manzi.

"No need, looks like you really want to leave. Well, let me tell you, old Manzi, you can leave, but only if you cough up all the money you've won. Then I'll let you go," Wen Yang retorted sharply.