Hearing the three words "Divine Beating Whip," Zhao Gongming was slightly stunned, and the anger on his face disappeared immediately.
He seemed to lose all his strength in an instant, the Golden Whip in his hand fell to the ground with a "ding" sound, and then turned into specks of gold light and disappeared into the air.
"Forget it, I'm not playing anymore, it's really not interesting."
Zhao Gongming, holding the wine pot, got up from the gambling table, pouring wine into his mouth while staggering towards the outside.
"God of Wealth, please wait!"
The manager called out from behind, and said in a deep voice: "You haven't paid for your wine yet. During these days in the gambling house, you've drunk the finest Immortal Drunk, each pot costing hundreds of Tianjin, and you've drunk seven pots, that's seven hundred Tianjin in total. Do you want to pay now, or..."
Zhao Gongming turned his head and looked at the manager, his face showing no change in emotion.
