Sun Ze counted the money in his hand, surprisingly over seven thousand, and laughed heartily with joy. Not only did he not lose money today, but he also earned an extra two thousand, enough for a feast tomorrow noon. Blowing a kiss towards Young Master Du, he left the performance hall.
Seeing Sun Ze leave, Xu Xiangbei extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray and prepared to return to the large private room. Once Sun Ze returned and couldn't find him, he would definitely start looking for him.
A familiar figure walked into the performance hall, and Xu Xiangbei retracted his step. He recognized the person who had entered: David, the leading striker of the Qinghai Club.
David didn't seem to be there to watch dancing; his face was full of anger. He directly walked over to Young Master Du's seat, sat down, and stared at Young Master Du with a face full of disgust.
