On the other side.
Inside the Underground Mall.
The place was filled with revelry, and decadent sounds rang out.
Ma Zongyu stood in front of the long table, beads of sweat dotted his forehead, he held his cards tightly, hesitating for a long while, not daring to let go.
Opposite him sat Song Zihua, one of Shoucheng's infamous troublemakers. He was puffing on a cigar, blowing thick smoke, and said, "Heh, don't cover it up! A bad hand won't change just by hiding it, hurry up and flip it open, let me take a look! If I lose, the money on the table is yours."
Indeed, sometimes, humanity is like that—the greater the temptation, the greedier one becomes.
Until in the end, they trap themselves, unable to escape.
Ma Zongyu wiped off the sweat, it felt hard to breathe, and said, "Master Song, why don't you let me off this time... My hands are terribly unlucky today..."
With a hand of two, three, five, it couldn't get any smaller...
