"Help, help me~"
The first cry was hoarse, the next one rose in pitch, like a rooster whose tail had been stepped on.
The fat man's eyes were filled with terror as he muttered to himself.
"Don't kill me, please don't kill me…"
Yunhu wiped the blood off his hands and took steps towards the fat man, squatting down in front of him, his tone gentle, "Dazhi, do you gamble often?"
"Pei, Master Pei, I give up, I give up,"
The fat man was crying his eyes out, near his feet lay the body of a man, his eyes wide open in terror, his death throes were pitiful.
Yunhu glanced at his watch, twelve o one, not yet.
"I need to hurry, we'll chat in a bit."
He smiled, reaching for the fat man's trembling face with his hand.
Panjia Garden, like Langfang Alley, was a bustling midnight Yin Market, but it focused more on gambling in addition to trading.
A bunch of bizarre, dark-circled, white-faced figures crowded around.
"How should we bet?"
