The 15K Gang's VIP room was dead silent, and the Gambling King Yang Biao's face shifted between light and dark. His hand tightly gripped his cane, but he lacked the courage to confront Pang Feng and make a scene.
Pang Feng just sat there, plain and unremarkable in appearance, but Yang Biao, having scrabbled through the underworld for fifty or sixty years, had an extremely keen sense, and the aura exuding from Pang Feng chilled him to the bone.
He didn't dare take the risk, but the Gambling God Ship was his turf, and he couldn't simply show weakness. Otherwise, if word of today's events spread through the underworld, what face would he have?
Thus, in the eerie quiet of the VIP room, Pang Feng slowly turned around, looking out of the room, and said, "Among the six strong ones, there are two Japanese. They are determined to win Dragon Domain. Watch, in the next two battles, these two Japanese will win without a doubt!"
"Hm?"