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In an opulent club on the outskirts of the city.
The lively hall was filled with young people. They were all the young masters and misses of the capital's most prominent families, and they certainly looked the part.
In a far corner, a group of them were gathered around a mahjong table.
Qin Hao tossed a card forward.
"That's it!" He Du said, chortling. "Say, Old Qin, do you want me to tally how much you lost tonight?"
"Bugger off," Qin Hao snapped. The jerk had been playing tricks again. He struggled against the urge to flip the table and land a punch on He Du's face.
Yu Mu gathered the cards into a deck and put them away before taking out a cigarette. "Brother Qin," he said with a smirk. "Why don't you bring Brother Cheng over? He's been sitting there staring at his phone all night. Is he waiting for a call or something?"
