C171 I Used My Skills to Kill Him

Sun Ziqi was still worried about why her friend, the champion of the National Championship, had not come yet, but now she had unconsciously shifted her attention to the gambling table.

She was more concerned about Zhao Quan, this bumpkin, who was a poor fellow. After losing ten million, he would stupidly beg for mercy.

She even imagined that Zhao Quan would kneel in front of her