872 What Is Called God of Gamblers?

Yang Ming's play in this round astonished Wang Mei and Zhang Bing! Such a grand way of gambling was probably rare in any casino. Some of them, including Huang Lele, was a bit surprised.

"Yang Ming, what are you doing? Are you sure you can win?" Huang Lele whispered to Yang Ming.

"Probably." Yang Ming said vaguely. He couldn't use a very confident tone. Otherwise, it would be hard to explain. To divert Huang Lele's attention, Yang Ming pulled her over and let her sit in his embrace.

Yang Ming, at this moment, was very much like the grand gambler on TV.

"Sir, you see... How about you go upstairs to play which such a large amount of chips? There are too many people here. It will affect other entertainment." The foreman manager came over and said respectfully.

"Don't say useless stuff. I have already placed my bet. Is there a rule stipulating that I can't play downstairs?" Yang Ming said impatiently, "Are you afraid to open it?"