"No way! No one leaves this door until I say we're done," Zhao Sheng bellowed furiously.
"But you're out of Spirit Stones. Are you thinking of borrowing some to turn your luck around?"
"What's wrong with that?" Zhao Sheng glared menacingly, his face stubborn as he looked at Wu Shengshen.
"But you already owe a debt of a hundred and eight Spirit Stones. It's said that debts must be repaid before new ones can be made! Wouldn't it be better for Junior Brother to settle the old debts before borrowing more?"
"Hmph, it's just over a hundred low-grade Spirit Stones. Am I the kind of person who doesn't pay his debts? See how much this is worth?"
Zhao Sheng acted dismissively and casually plucked a hexagram-shaped gold medal from his waist, throwing it onto the gambling table.
When Wu Shengshen saw this gold medal, his heartbeat sped up considerably.
