The man in the red clothes stopped smiling abruptly, his cold eyes gazing at Qin Hai as a sneer formed at the corner of his mouth.
"Are you really going to gamble?"
"If you don't dare, just forget it. I'm the most easygoing person; I never like forcing anyone!" Qin Hai exhaled a ring of smoke and spoke leisurely, exuding confidence in his impending victory.
As soon as the man in red saw Qin Hai's attitude, he bristled and shouted, "Fine, I'll gamble with you. I, Wang Zirui, have never been afraid to gamble in my life. Just say it, tens of millions, a few billion—name your price, and I'll accompany you to the end, but—"
The man in red glanced at the security uniform Qin Hai was wearing and mocked, "I'm just afraid you don't have that kind of money!"
"Tens of millions, a few billion?" Qin Hai's eyes suddenly lit up, "You said it yourself, if you lose, you can't go back on your word!"