Bawanglong had no choice but to agree to Chen Fan's request.
"Play... what?"
Bawanglong clenched his fist and asked, "What do you want to play?"
Chen Fan casually replied, "Whatever you're good at!"
To scare Chen Fan away, Bawanglong directly took out a revolver.
He slammed it onto the table.
"How about Russian Roulette?"
Bawanglong's eyes gleamed with ferocity.
His intention was to force Chen Fan to back down.
If Chen Fan caved, then everything would be easy to handle!
"Do you dare to play a round?" Bawanglong shouted.
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Why wouldn't I dare?"
"Bring it on!"
Bawanglong was furious at this answer, completely caught off guard.
He hadn't expected Chen Fan to agree so readily.
Hearing this, Qin Shuang's heart skipped a beat. "This... Chen Fan, this is too dangerous, you shouldn't play!"
Chen Fan waved his hand dismissively.
"Come on..."
Bawanglong appeared outwardly arrogant, but inwardly he was terrified. In a short while, he was covered in a cold sweat, his body trembling violently.
Get lost, does this guy really not fear death?
Bawanglong was afraid of dying, and immediately said, "I suddenly don't want to play anymore, let's switch to something else!"
Even so, the people around didn't dare to scoff or underestimate him, after all, he was Bawanglong.
Chen Fan asked, "You don't dare?"
Bawanglong, for the sake of his pride, braced himself. "Who says I don't dare? I just disdain it. Do you understand human language? It's disdain!"
Chen Fan couldn't be bothered to say more.
Thus, they began to play poker.
In ten rounds, Bawanglong lost almost all of them, which infuriated him to the point of exploding.
Ahhhh...
He roared and wailed in his heart!
Bawanglong couldn't take it anymore and roared, "You dog, you... you must have cheated! I'm not playing with you anymore, that's it for today!"
His chest heaved with anger.
He cursed and grumbled.
Ahhhh... he was so angry that he had no words to describe his feelings!
Chen Fan said coldly, "Since you're not playing anymore, then pay up what you owe!"
"Three hundred million!"
Upon hearing the figure, Bawanglong's scalp tingled. He hadn't expected to lose so much money in such a short time.
This was almost all his assets!
Bawanglong refused to honor the agreed-upon stakes and roared, "You little brat, you're deliberately trying to piss me off! I'm telling you, I won't fall for your tricks!"
"You want money? Dream on!"
"Get lost quickly!"
He also didn't dare to curse Chen Fan too much.
Chen Fan snorted coldly, "A bet is a bet, what do you think?"
Bawanglong roared, "Submit? Submit for what! Tell me, who sent you to provoke me?"
He felt Chen Fan was unusual and must have had a master guiding him from behind.
Chen Fan said, "Stop with the nonsense. Losing is losing, hand over the money!"
Bawanglong, who was obsessed with money, roared, "I've always taken money from others, and no one has ever taken money from me. I'll give you four words: daylight daydreaming!"
"Get out of my sight now!"
Chen Fan remained unmoved, with no intention of leaving, appearing as if he was locked in a confrontation with Bawanglong. He said sternly, "Then I'm sorry, I won't leave!"
"I'm taking this money today!"
"You..." Bawanglong was infuriated and grumbled, "Bastard, do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
"Ahhhhhh!"
In his rage, Bawanglong directly raised the revolver and roared, "Kid, don't push me!"