C1809 Good Luck Master Wang

Snake Skin sucked on his cigar and looked at Wang Qian indifferently.

At this moment, the nightclub above the casino had already begun to quiet down. Hundreds of people had already surrounded the nightclub.

"Warren, do I mean bullying when I bet with them?" Wang Qian frowned.

As he spoke, Wang Qian had already picked up the hundred thousand chips on the table.

Warren laughed: "Master Wang