C1107 One Hundred and Ninetytwo Thousand for Each of You Pay Up!

"What? Two thousand, three thousand?"

The faces of the three youths paled—this was a hefty sum.

But the shock quickly turned to a thrill.

They'd never gambled with such high stakes in their leisure time.

The idea of such a rush was tempting, but they lacked the means.

Yet here was Zhang Xing, clearly a Young Master with a family fortune akin to owning a mine