Bridge, Mahjong, poker, he was proficient in all of them.
Li Zhixing's accent was the authentic accent of the imperial capital. In addition to that, he was originally very well-known, so in an instant, a large group of old men had gathered.
"Uncle, we have a guest."
Li Zhixing's follower dressed up as a relative and walked to Li Zhixing's side.
Li Zhixing stood up, holding two iron walnuts in his hands. He wore a pair of cloth shoes with layered soles. With one hand behind his back, he slowly walked toward a courtyard house.
"What news?"
The attendant respectfully handed over a piece of paper.
Li Zhixing looked at the light and dark map, and his eyes turned cold. What a waste.
He had been locked up for so long!
It was his people who went to deliver the news, and only then did they manage to get a little bit of information.
Save him?
What's the use of saving trash?
have they made any moves recently?!
