Mu Zeran and the others, who were just spitting blood and rolling around a moment ago, suddenly jumped up from the ground and snatched the silver notes from the others' hands.
Fang Zijun shook his head, looking somewhat enviously at the silver notes in their hands. Suddenly, he felt that all his diligent cultivation seemed less promising than being a playboy, at least he'd have no worries about food and clothing.
"We've paid what we owed, so can we leave now?" Qiu Pinghao said pitifully to Mu Zexian after Fang Zijun and others left.
This time, they finally witnessed the prowess of the Capital's playboys... no, to be accurate, their shamelessness. Their previous arrogance was nowhere to be seen.
"Wait, what about the gambling debts you owe me?" Ling Baobao stretched out his hand.
