C92 Gambling Workshop(2)

The mahogany table was divided into two sides, one for Helian Qi, the other for Qing Yu, and most of the spectators could bet on Qing Yu.

"Brother Helian, why don't I just give him ten years of free work?" Wasn't this the obvious outcome? Feng Feng couldn't bear to look at it.

Helian Qi glared at him, "How can you extinguish my ambition? If you want to lose, you have to fight first