Whispers Behind the Veil Chapter 30

Under the dome, the white-haired young man put his hands in his pockets, walked back from a short distance, and climbed the golden stairs again.

Everyone expressed surprise at Weston, who turned around.

[I’m going, why is this newcomer back again? Alas, young people just don’t listen to persuasion, do they have to lose 50,000 chips at the central/central gambling table? Is it not fragrant to save it for survival points? 】

[That’s right, in this end, let’s not talk about 50,000 chips. The 90,000 that just won at the A-level table is estimated to have been lost… md is obviously not my bargaining chip, why I feel the same. Distressed! 】

[Why is the current newcomer so high-handed and low-handed? When I saw him flying poker cards before, I really felt like a fan. Alas, if I really go to the central gaming table and face so many big guys, it’s not easy to end up making a fool of myself.]