"Oh! Ready to go all in? Aren't you afraid your master will be angry?" Seeing Ye Feng choose ALL IN, the chubby man in seat one laughed and taunted, thinking Ye Feng was no different from the others.
"Exactly, who do you think you are? You really think you can win back that 50,000? Dream on!" The bald man similarly sneered coldly, holding a pair of aces and feeling very confident.
"How about we make a bet?" Ye Feng wasn't angry, but very calm instead.
Indeed, having a small stake was his only problem right now—because of it, he couldn't fully engage in gambling.
"Oh? Let's hear it." Ye Feng's words caught everyone else's attention.
"If I lose this round, each of you can make me do one thing, but if I win, each of you loses 100,000 chips," Ye Feng snorted coldly. "If you have the guts, agree; if not, stop whining in front of me."
This was Ye Feng's goal; he just wanted to win more chips. Of course, to achieve his goal, he needed to provoke these fools.