The next second, Paul's gaze suddenly flickered, as if he'd spotted something. He hadn't expected there to be so many gorgeous beauties here, making his heart itch, and the fatigue from his long journey instantly vanished.
"It's him." Zhang Jun pointed at Li Fei.
"Young Master Zhang, are you sure you've got the right person?" Paul shifted his gaze back onto Li Fei, utterly surprised. He hadn't expected his opponent to be this young.
Zhang Jun reminded him, "Mr. Paul, don't you dare underestimate him. I suffered a miserable defeat before because I was careless. And even though my master's gambling skills are superb, he's still no match for this guy."
"Doesn't matter. As long as I'm here, everything will naturally be resolved."
Paul truly lived up to the title of Fast Hand King—his tone was more arrogant than anyone's.
And whenever he spoke, his nostrils would tilt up slightly, like he didn't put anyone in his eyes.
