Walking into the private room, Satan glanced at Ye Xuan with the corner of his eye, showing disdain, as if he didn't take the opponent seriously at all.
"Boss Xue, is my opponent really him? He doesn't seem like much!"
Standing beside Xue Shihao, Satan spoke dismissively, completely ignoring Ye Xuan who was right next to him.
Xue Shihao smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Satan, this Mr. Ye is indeed your opponent! Don't underestimate him; his strength is formidable."
Hmm?
Upon hearing this, Satan scoffed inwardly, thinking that no matter how strong this Asian man was, could he be better than those Gambling Kings of Las Vegas?
Don't forget, those arrogant Gambling Kings have all been defeated by him.
Talking about strength in front of him, the God of Poker, Satan, is nothing but self-humiliation!
Seeing Satan's demeanor, Xue Shihao knew he hadn't taken his words to heart, and couldn't help but feel even more excited.
