C1057 This Is a Blatant Threat

"Of course not, please come with me." After saying that, Zhu Yueling got up and wanted to lead Faang Yang to the VIP room.

Faang Yang raised his hand. "Wait a moment! I have too many chips. Give them to me."

Zhu Yueling paused. "All of them?"

Faang Yang counted. It was a total of eighty-three million. "Cash the bank balance of eighty million for me. There are still three million left