Since these people dare to sit at the same table with Fabio, they naturally won't fear his background, but they're rather curious about this Chinese guy who dared to disrespect the "Mad Dog".
Fabio secretly resented but dared not say anything; he could only put all the blame on Ning Fan.
"Is your stake ready?"
Fabio said sarcastically, "This isn't the main hall; the minimum bet is a hundred thousand. Don't complain if you can't even see the cards when the time comes."
Upon hearing this, several people present couldn't help but chuckle, but they didn't stoop to Fabio's tasteless ridicule.
"That's none of your concern."
As Ning Fan finished speaking, there was a knock at the door, and a waiter came in with chips, "Mr. Ning, here are your fifty million chips."
To those present, this number wasn't much, yet they weren't affluent enough to casually bring out half a billion for a round.
Usually, wins and losses are generally in the millions, with tens of millions being rare.
