C1782 The God of Gambling(2)

Lu Zifeng's target was a bamboo as thick as a thumb. He took a deep breath, and then his tongue crackled with thunder. The poker card in his hand flew out.

Once the poker card was used, Shea Zhongjian, who initially thought nothing of it, turned pale with fright. Just from the sound of the whistling wind, Shea Zhongjian could tell the speed of the poker card