C28 Gambling(5)

Smiling slightly, Shang Zifeng didn't mind. He dragged the treasured sword into his palm and swept his gaze over it. Then, he mocked: "Don't misunderstand, I'm just taking out my chips. Look at how scared you are!"

Then, Shang Zifeng raised his eyebrows and chuckled at Bing Chan: "Little girl, look! What do you think about this sword? Do you think it's enough? "

Small... Small..