Every word Xiao Yang said was like a resounding slap, striking Zhang Tao hard across the face.
A provocation!
A blatant provocation!
Everyone could see it.
But for someone as proud and arrogant as Zhang Tao, a heaven-blessed genius who thought the world of himself, this simplest of provocations was also the most effective!
"You...!"
Zhang Tao trembled with rage, his eyes bloodshot.
He glared at Xiao Yang, wishing he could tear him apart and devour him alive!
When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
Accept?
If he lost, Zhang Tao would become a laughingstock throughout Central Province!
Refuse?
Wouldn't that prove he was afraid? That he was a coward?
With so many people watching, how could he ever hold his head high again?
For a moment, he was caught in a dilemma, unable to advance or retreat.
"Young Master, you mustn't! We don't know this man's background, and his actions are bizarre. You can't gamble with him!"
An older guard beside him hurriedly urged in a low voice.
"That's right, Young Master. There's no need to stake your reputation on a gamble!"
Zhang Tao was torn by a fierce internal struggle.
Reason told him he should refuse.
But his pride wouldn't let him say that one word: "No."
He clenched his fists so tightly that his fingernails were nearly digging into his palms.
Just then, Xiao Yang slowly added fuel to the fire.
"Ah, forget it. I suppose I was asking too much."
He shook his head in feigned disappointment and turned to leave.
"After all, not everyone has the courage to stake their dignity at the gambling table."
"Gambling with someone like you really would be pointless."
"Stop!"
Zhang Tao was finally pushed over the edge!
He jerked his head up, eyes blazing, and shouted, "Who says I