"Are you still in or not? If you're too scared to follow, just fold."
Tang Feng saw Fan Ziqiu's hesitation and immediately taunted him with his words.
Fan Ziqiu looked up at him, a cold laugh escaping his lips.
He still had his hole cards, yet in his own hand was a straight flush – an absolute winning hand. What was there to fear?
He planned to temporarily use Mr. Qin's money, reimbursing it later. Surely, no one would notice.
Clearing up these thoughts, he regained his composure and leaned back in his chair comfortably, "I'll call with two million more."
A deep fear took hold of everyone in the room.
The stakes these two were playing at were simply enormous, tossing around two million like it was nothing, without even batting an eyelid.
"Shh, shh, shh..."
All eyes refocused on Tang Feng, eager to see how he would respond.
Tang Feng stared at Fan Ziqiu, not saying a word for a long while, as if pondering something.