"I believe you owe me an explanation," Lin Kuang said, his tone turning cold.
"Th-this... I'm sorry, sir! My apologies, I made a mistake. I'm sorry," the beautiful croupier stammered. I can't believe this. This isn't normal at all!
"You might be beautiful, but if an apology was all it took, why would we need security? And did you two really think I wouldn't notice you conspiring against me? Oh, right. Let me give you a tip: next time you wink and use hand signals, try to be a little more subtle. Not everyone is as idiotic as you are," Lin Kuang said coldly.
At his words, the expressions of both the beautiful croupier and Zhang Tianhong changed. Lin Kuang was right; they had been communicating with winks and gestures. Now, however, he had seen right through their supposedly seamless method. For the two of them, this was more than a simple shock.
