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"Sorry, pay up!" Xing Mo said with a slight smile, effortlessly sliding the money from the table into his hand.

Yang Liu'er was still processing the win when she saw Xing Mo's victory, and she leapt up, thrilled.

"Damn it! You just wait! Next round, I'll make you lose so badly you'll be without your underpants!"

The dealer's eyes bore into Xing Mo like those of a venomous snake

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