278: We can't let him be so arrogant.

Su Cha watched from the side, feeling utterly disgusted.

This couple not only used despicable methods, but they also added to the bet so indecisively, haggling back and forth.

He snorted coldly and exposed them without ceremony.

"Do you think we're fools? Just throwing in some gold to make up the numbers? No way! This stuff isn't worth enough! Either put up something of equal value, or stop adding to the bet and just show your cards!"

Nala was thoroughly enraged by Su Cha's merciless rebuttal.

She already held the Su Cha family in contempt, and now she felt that the other party was deliberately making things difficult, being ungrateful for kindness.

She instantly exploded in anger, no longer caring about her image as a sister-in-law, and pointed at Su Cha, cursing loudly.

"WCNM! What the hell are you?! You think you're hot stuff, huh?! My gold isn't enough? You..."

"Nala!" Atapong grabbed his wife, who was about to lunge forward.

Although he was also angry, he hadn't completely lost his mind.

He knew that what the Su Cha couple said was true; bets had to be equal, that was the rule.

Moreover, now was the best time to crush the opponent with funds; he couldn't let Su Cha find an excuse to back down or cause trouble over such a minor detail of insufficient value.

His face was grim, his eyes flashing with fierce and resolute light.

Gritting his teeth and stomping his foot, he made a move that surprised everyone.

He suddenly snatched the branded handbag from his wife's hand, reached inside to fumble around, and then pulled out a bright red property deed that was similar in color to Su Cha's marriage home deed on the table, but seemed to have a more premium texture!

He held the property deed high and slammed it heavily onto the very center of the gambling table, emitting a "bang" that was louder than any previous slam!

It almost made people's eardrums tingle.

"Look—at—this——!"

Atapong practically roared, his finger forcefully pointing at the brand new property deed.

"You don't recognize gold, do you? This! You must recognize this, right? Huh!"

He looked around, especially at Su Cha and Pinya, whose faces had turned pale, and his voice rose even higher.

"This—is—not—something—your—countryside—shack—can—compare—to——!"

He emphasized every word, doing his utmost to belittle them.

"City center! Prime location! Top-tier development! A—large flat apartment——!"

He practically shrieked the last three words.

"Market value one point five million! Only more, not less!"

He suddenly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Su Cha:

"One point five million! To match you!"

"Now! Is that enough? Huh?"

Seeing his son actually pull out the property deed for a large flat in the city center, Songphong's head buzzed.

Prodigal son!

He was truly prodigal to the extreme!

That large flat was something his son had bought last year after working hard in Bangkok for many years; it was a truly valuable asset, their capital for boasting in front of relatives, and a future guarantee!

How could he... how could he so casually put it on the gambling table?

Just to compete with Su Cha, this country bumpkin?!

He trembled with anxiety, lunged forward, grabbed his son's arm tightly, and stammered incoherently.

"You... you, you, you... Atapong! What can I say about you! Are you crazy? That house... how can that house be put up as collateral?! You... why don't you just show your cards! Let's get it over with, win or lose! How can you... how can you add such a heavy bet! You!!!"

He was so angry that he couldn't speak properly, feeling pain in all his internal organs.

Atapong was in a fit of pique and, being blocked by his father, violently shook off his hand, glaring at him fiercely, his eyes filled with impatience and contempt, as if to say, 'What do you know?'

"Dad! If you don't understand, don't meddle! Now is not the time to show cards! Whatever I bet, he has to match! He can only bet higher than me, not lower! This is the rule, and it's a strategy! If he can't match it, he loses directly! Understand?!"

Songphong was stunned by his son's roar, then saw the calculating and fierce glint in his son's eyes, and combining it with his earlier words, he suddenly somewhat understood his son's intention.

"Oh... you... you mean to..."

Songphong seemed to have figured it out; his son wanted to use an absolute advantage in capital to force Su Cha into submission, winning without a fight! This was indeed a ruthless move, but the risk was also enormous!

What if... "Dad!" Nala quickly interrupted him, gave him a look, and shook her head slightly, signaling him not to say any more, lest he reveal their strategic intent.

Songphong saw his daughter-in-law's look, then looked at his son's determined expression, and remembered his daughter-in-law's ecstasy after seeing the cards... Perhaps... his son really had a sure win?

This large flat was just a pawn to checkmate, and ultimately wouldn't actually be lost?

Thinking this, his wildly beating heart calmed down a little; although he still felt it was too risky, at least there was some hope.

He opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing, dutifully closed it, and retreated to the side, nervously watching the game.

Atapong's move to bet the city center large flat instantly caused the entire courtyard to erupt!

"My heavens! A city center large flat? One point five million? This... this is too exciting!"

"It's getting bigger and bigger! This is betting on one's entire fortune and life!"

"Atapong is truly ruthless! He dares to bet even this kind of house! It seems he's genuinely confident and truly wants to utterly crush Su Cha!"

"Su Cha is in trouble! His marriage home is only eight hundred thousand, and now Atapong has bet one point five million worth of assets. According to the rules, Su Cha either has to match with a bet of one point five million or more, or he can only fold and concede, and everything he bet earlier goes to Atapong! Does he... does he still have money to match?"

"I think it's doubtful! Su Cha's family background is just so-so; betting the marriage home earlier was probably his limit. Where would he get one point five million? He's really going to lose this time..."

"Exciting! So damn exciting! I never thought I'd see such a big show at a wedding banquet! Su Cha, don't chicken out! If you're a man, fight him to the end!"

"Exactly! Su Cha, think of something! Match it! Don't let him be so arrogant!"

"Match it? Easier said than done, one point five million! Where would he get it?"

Atapong was very satisfied with the sensation he had created.

Listening to the gasps and discussions around him, and seeing Su Cha and Pinya's faces instantly turn ugly, he felt incredibly pleased.

He wanted to use this overwhelming method, like Mount Tai pressing down, to completely crush Su Cha's psychological defenses!

He deliberately used a teasing, cat-and-mouse tone, drawing out his words as he called out.

"Little—bro——!"

He leaned forward, closing in on Su Cha, his eyes filled with undisguised provocation and contempt.

"One point five million!"

"Do—you—still—have—money—to—match——?"

He deliberately paused, enjoying the struggle and anger on Su Cha's face.

"If you don't have money to match... tsk tsk, then I'm sorry, everything on this table—your crappy car, your wife's shabby three golds, and your countryside marriage home—they're all mine! Understand?"