Tang Feng was sitting at the gambling table, surrounded by nauseating flattery.
Some called him a "Gambling God," and some even wanted to kneel down and beg to become his disciple right there.
This made him exclaim that he couldn't stand it.
Though he had been praised by many before on the Antique Street, those were people from the antique circle, who, after all, had some pride and wouldn't say things too cringe-worthy.
But a casino was different.
Most of the people here were hopeless gamblers.
To these people, as long as someone could lead them to win money, they would be willing to kneel and call that person grandpa.
There were also many scantily clad women rubbing up against him non-stop, the words they spoke even more indecent.
"Handsome, can you take me with you? Here, you take big sister to play. Outside of here, big sister will take you to play."
