After coming to his senses, Sun Nanzheng realized that his current situation was seriously wrong.
"I'm awake? What do you mean? Huh? Why am I lying on the floor?"
"You just passed out. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to."
The moment this came up, Chaka Abuluta looked ready to cry again.
"I passed out? Wait, what did you do to me?"
Sun Fatty was still completely lost, unable to make heads or tails of the situation.
"I only lightly slapped you. Really, I didn't use any strength at all. I swear in the name of the Saints! I really didn't mean to."
Old Hei earnestly believed it was his fault and tried to win Sun Nanzheng's forgiveness.
If not for that slap, the other man probably would not have passed out.
Who knew whether that slap had hit Sun Nanzheng's breaking point? At this stage, even the Saints probably could not explain it clearly.
"I'm fine. Help me up!"
Sun Nanzheng exerted himself and, with Chaka Abuluta's help, sat back down in his chair. Then he stared blankly at the pile of chips on the table.
"Hey, hey, Sun Great God, are you all right?"
Old Hei began to panic again, afraid that the fat man had suffered some kind of aftereffect. Should he run away? Or run away? Or perhaps run away?
"Chaka, Ximen, Doctor Li!"
Sun Nanzheng did not even blink as he stared fixedly at the chips.
"What's wrong, Old Sun?"
Reporter Ximen grew nervous as well. That fall just now had not damaged his brain, had it?
"Whose chips are these?"
Sun Nanzheng was still lost in thought.
Ximen Dong said matter-of-factly, "Of course they're yours! You won!"
Suddenly realizing that something was wrong, he turned to look at Li Bai. The other man was