The cards, which were always turning flexibly at the fingertips, gradually stopped, and the golden border on the cards was like DeWitt's gaze, shining brightly under the light.

For Meng Lei's proposal, DeWitt said it was impossible not to be moved.

In fact, if Meng Lei's bet is only to pay Serge's arrears and settle this bad debt, then DeWitt may still hesitate.

After all, 50,000 marks is actually nothing to the casino.

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