After leaving the cruise ship, the two of them boarded the yacht they had arrived on.
It was already five in the afternoon, and they hadn't even had lunch.
The men Tan Yaohua brought with him immediately served the prepared sumptuous lunch.
They ate and chatted while enjoying the scenery speeding by.
In the cabin, Yang Fan drank red wine and ate slowly. Having dealt with Marcos Freeman, everything was ready except for the final push, and the complete destruction of the Skull Society was near at hand.
Tan Yaohua still couldn't figure out the gambling round earlier: "Yang Fan, be honest with me, what cards did you have just now?"
"What hand would be enough to beat Marcos Freeman's fours of a kind?"
"A flush? In one deck, getting a flush is virtually a small probability event."
"Mr. Tan, do you think I relied on probability and luck to beat so many top players in Singapore?"
