"Causing trouble, how did I cause trouble?" Lin Xi asked curiously.
At this point, Mo Sha finally noticed Lin Xi sitting on the sofa, showed a disdainful and arrogant expression, and said, "Who the hell are you? Do you have a death wish?"
"Mr. Lin is not someone you can insult!" Shi Bao took a step forward, looking coldly at Mo Sha. With just a word from Lin Xi, he would immediately take action.
"Oh?" Mo Sha was clearly not a fool and looked towards Zheng De.
Zheng De was sweating profusely; he had always thought this person was just a small fry, but the current situation proved him wrong. He quietly explained the casino situation to Mo Sha.
"Kept betting big and won nearly twenty million?"
Hearing this, Mo Sha's veins on his forehead twitched, frightening the nearby lobby manager so much that his legs almost gave out.
"Just luck," Lin Xi said.
