"Haha, Gambling King, I'm quite looking forward to Le Xunyuan's nephew's stunning performance!" Li Qiuming said with a feigned smile.
Without responding to Li Qiuming, the Gambling King, Ximen Qian, swiftly changed the subject, "This year is a bit regrettable; many old friends are absent. The Gambling King competition four years ago was so fierce. A bunch of old guys fought viciously among themselves—thrilling and exciting. Even when the winner was determined, everyone shook hands in the end. Times have really changed!"
The Gambling King's meaning was clear: in past tournaments, the competitors were mostly veterans, and the absence of these long-established experts this year implied that some might be manipulating things behind the scenes.
"Haha, indeed. But I guess that group of old friends probably knows they can't win against you, Gambling King, and don't have the face to show up at the competition anymore," Li Qiuming chuckled.
