At this time, more than a hundred people of the Bai Gang all went forward and began to shout, "Come on, come on, our brothers continue to play, continue to play, don't affect your mood because of this..."
Those gamblers were persuaded back to their positions, and they were a little bit forced to continue playing, but their hearts were very uneasy. More than a hundred bright machetes around were constantly flashing with cold light, so they didn't have the mood to continue to gamble. But if they didn't gamble, they could only leave now. If they left now, it was estimated that there would be only one result, that was, they would never wake up when they were lying on the ground like Miseron.
Mison's twenty or so underlings had already pointed their guns at Cang Lang's head. Cang Lang was ver
