The dealer handed over a poker with a special card delivery shovel.

"Hehe, I don't believe it. I lost seven games in a row, and I still lost this time..." Mu Fei slowly turned on the card, but when he saw the card, the expectation on his face suddenly turned into depression.

And Hong Sufen, who was beside Mu Fei, was also trembling.

No way? I lost again. Is this third brother okay? Hong Sufen couldn't help thinking.

It’s not her fault for thinking so. Because the things that Mu Fei did in the past were very concise and very steady. So today Mu Fei said that he could win money, so she followed her. She just thought Mu Fei had a way to make money from here.

But when he saw the scene, Hong Sufen was depressed.

How come this is making money? It is obviously giving money!!

In this half hour, not only did he lose all the 700,000 yuan cash he brought, but he also took out 500,000 yuan from the card to exchange for chips, and he lost all of them.

If you lose like this, let alone raise money. I am afraid that if he has low hands, he will have to lose all the bath centers.

God, please help me quickly. If he loses, I am afraid that I will lose my job... Hong Sufen thought depressedly.
Chapter completed!