With these cold words, a middle-aged man walked over, pushed aside the dealer, and stood in front of the gambling table.
As soon as this man appeared, a cry of surprise erupted from the gamblers around.
"It's Gao Jin!"
"It's actually Gambling God Gao Jin!"
"Isn't Gao Jin supposed to be dead? How is he here?"
...
The surrounding discussions rose and fell, but everyone's gaze towards Gao Jin was filled with admiration.
Gao Jin seemed accustomed to the excitement of those around him; after all, he was already a legendary figure in Wanghai City.
Seeing Gao Jin appear, Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting couldn't help but change their expressions. Although they were young, the name of Gao Jin had already worn calluses into their ears.
Ouyang Feiting, feeling nervous, whispered in Wang Yan's ear, "Brother Wang Yan, this is Gambling God Gao Jin. It's said he has never lost."
Wang Yan looked up at Gao Jin and nodded.
