Mr Lee was sitting in their 3 bedroom apartment living room, he was looking pale and white, sitting and staring blankly into thin air, his house had become his prison.
He had lost a lot to Luo Xing, he had taken the deal, he had ignored the the warning of waitress who slipped a paper in his shirt about 9 years ago, if only he had listened to her, he had looked for her but he couldn't find her, if not for anything, to say thank you to her for trying to reach out to him, for risking it all on his behalf, if only he had listened to her and now.
He was a slave to Luo Xing, he took the deal from Luo Xing. He had exhausted all the funds mortgaged the house and was running low on funds, there were times when he won the bet and there were times when he lost.
His losses were obviously becoming more than the wins and he couldn't keep up with the 10 percent.
