"Hmm. Sit," the man said, indicating the position next to him as if he hadn't heard her call out at all.
Chi Ya had already sensed the danger, but she had come, and Lin Meiqi had urged her so urgently. For the sake of money, she gritted her teeth and sat down.
The man placed one hand on her thigh and casually asked, "Do you play poker?"
"...A little," she replied.
He passed the poker cards to Chi Ya, lifted his chin, and said, "Play with them. If you lose, it's on me; if you win, you get half."
Chi Ya looked at the stacks of money in front of each person at the table, her eyes lit up, she grabbed the cards, and finally revealed a genuine smile, "Okay!"
Feng San, smelling her faint fragrance, took the time to gawk at her fair skin while contentedly puffing on his cigar.
Agent He hadn't lied to him; this woman might really be an unopened fresh piece. He had grown tired of those worn-out goods, and finally, there was someone new; he didn't plan to let her go.
