Although Yang San was puzzled, his insight wasn't bad. After playing so many games, he realised that the young man in front of him won not by luck but by his own skills. Plus, when the big man raised his voice, the two men didn't dare to say a word and ran away. Although that mighty pressure didn't hit him, he could sense their fright keenly.
This time, his mind was in a mess, and cold sweat dripped on his forehead. He wiped the sweat with his sleeve, then picked up the teacup and drank a few mouthfuls. "I'll come back after using the toilet." With that, he stood up and went out in a hurry.
"Say, is he going to use this excuse to run away?" Feng Jiu propped her chin with a smile, inquiring at Xuanyuan Mo Ze.
Xuanyuan Mo Ze took a sip of tea and answered calmly. "He can't escape."
Yes, he couldn't escape.
