The sky had just begun to darken when the Happy Gambling House was already ablaze with lights, filled with a cacophony of human voices!
The population of Dongwu Stockade barely exceeded ten thousand, but there were over a dozen gambling houses and courtesan halls within its walls, among which the Happy Gambling House was quite renowned, drawing in an endless stream of gamblers every day.
And this gambling house, in particular, was a business run by the Three Rivers Association!
In the spacious hall, several hundred gamblers surrounded around a dozen gambling tables.
They were either tense, expectant, despondent, frustrated, or ecstatic.
The diversity of expressions seemed to be hooked away by the small dice on the tables.
Each time the croupier lifted the dice cup, different sounds would ring out—sighs, curses, hearty laughter!
All walks of life seemed to be condensed here.
The doors of the gambling house were pushed open once again as a young cultivator stepped inside.
