"No!"
The middle-aged man slammed his hand on the table and stood up, exclaiming with great agitation:
"During the last judgement, you clearly had no money, and now a bunch of gold bricks suddenly appear. You're deceiving—"
"Now you can't worm your way out of this! How aren't you dead yet?"
Wu Xiaode sneered, opened his mouth and took another puff of his cigar before speaking:
"I only said three sentences in front of the bar."
Suddenly, the screen displayed the words he had previously spoken:
"Ladies, I've never been to a bar before. Does it cost money to go in and play?"
"Sister, can I really go in and play for free?"
"Okay, sister, I'm going now, sister."
Both sides looked at these three lines of text.
Wu Xiaode blew a ring of smoke toward the screen and said languidly:
"It seems like I never said I was poor, did I?"
The middle-aged man was stunned.
But Wu Xiaode was not yet finished, continuing to say:
