And the others were in the same pitiful condition, many people had lost all their chips in front of them and could only shake their heads in resignation.
"Damn it, I'm done playing." Zhao Gou, who had run out of chips, left angrily.
The remaining people didn't want to play anymore either. After half an hour of playing, it was always this kid winning, why even bother, they all left the room.
Within just half an hour, Yang Fan had accumulated eighty million in chips in front of him, but it was still far from five hundred million.
Now only the three of them were left in the room, looking at that pile of chips, Ling Feng was ecstatic, his eyes gleaming, constantly chuckling 'heh heh.'
How great it would have been if all these chips were his own, but unfortunately, they were not.
Seeing that asshole Zhao Gou had lost everything, Ling Feng felt extremely delighted.
