C807 A Lot of Pressure

"Damn it! What's the rush?!"

Ou Yezhang stormed back to the head of the long table, arms crossed over his chest, puffing up his cheeks in frustration.

"Just wait till the damn rankings are set; I won't owe you a dime."

"Haha!" Yin Ziyong couldn't contain his glee, "Much obliged, Master Ou!"

Around them, the others were tallying their wins and losses, emotions running high