1137 Fall Into The Trap

One hour later, Zhuang Rongguang had lost all of his winning chips.

The man wearing the gold chain laughed out loud delightedly before drawing all the chips to him, "You little punk, you're still too inexperienced to play with me!"

"One more round!" Zhuang Rongguang's expression darkened as he slammed his fist hard on the table.

"What!? You've lost everything! Go home and look for your mother, so she can feed you milk!" The man hissed.

The moment he said that, the entire casino instantly burst into laughter.

At this moment, Zhuang Rongguang had really lost it all. The clothes on him were all branded and had been taken off as loan collateral. Even the genuine leather wallet his sister had given him for birthday was gone too.