Xu Cheng placed his phone on the table, and Withers stared at it, while also staring at Xu Cheng.
Half an hour went by.
Xu Cheng asked him, "Can I use my phone now?"
Withers immediately grabbed his phone to check if someone sent him any message.
Xu Cheng sneered. "Every round of gambling only lasts a few minutes. By the time someone finds out about the answer, sends me the message, and then I get the message and send it off to someone else, the round is probably already over. That would be too dumb, wouldn't you think?"
Withers: "That's why I'm shocked by your means and efficiency."
Xu Cheng laughed. "How about I take you onto a little experience?"
Withers: "How?"
Xu Cheng: "Do you have someone? Call him over."
Withers thought about it, gave a call to one of his subordinates who had also been sent onto "vacation", and told him to come over.