Chapter 462 Let Us Bet

Tyrel saw Tristan questioning him like this and suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart, "Kid, do you think you've got me figured out?" Tyrel made a gesture, and the 20 or so minions he brought with him simultaneously drew their knives from their lower backs. Those shiny knives were quite intimidating. Tristan turned to look at the twenty or so people behind him, then asked Tyrel, "Should we play a game?" Tyrel still thought he had the upper hand and scoffed, "Play games? Are you even qualified?" Tristan grinned and said, "When I first entered the private room, I noticed that there were seven cars lingering downstairs, most likely arranged by you. Also, the private room next door was booked, but there was no smell of alcohol coming from it. For this level of private room, I can't understand why someone would only eat and not drink, so they must be your people too. Plus, with the people you brought here, if my estimati