"You win."
The man's facial muscles twitched as he struggled to utter the three words. In his mind, if Lin Zifeng truly wanted those three playing cards to put him to death, it wasn't impossible, it would just come at a painful price.
One can imagine what it's like to be defeated by Lin Zifeng.
"You haven't lost," Lin Zifeng slowly walked over, speaking expressionlessly.
"Losing is losing, any excuse is just the reason of a weakling," Ji Wu slowly lifted his head, his deep gaze fell upon Lin Zifeng, his facial muscles subtly trembled, "Originally I thought your victory over the Gambling Saint in Las Vegas years ago was just a coincidence, turns out I was too naive."
Ji Wu's resolute face showed a bitter smile.
"You're wrong, the Gambling Saint was not defeated by me."
"Hmm?" Ji Wu raised his sharp eyebrows, his piercing gaze fell on Lin Zifeng again.
"He was defeated by himself."
