"What do you feel like playing?"
Qin Fang smiled. He had some chips exchanged in his hand, not many, totaling less than twenty thousand yuan. In this casino, where bets of tens, hundreds of thousands, or even more were commonplace, his small stack of chips wouldn't even make a splash.
But he hadn't come here to gamble in the first place. Otherwise, he would have gone straight to the Russian Roulette tables, where the payout was thirty-six times the bet. Just two or three rounds, and he guessed the casino security would be escorting him out.
This was Jincheng, not Ninghai, and no one could guarantee that the person in charge here would have the same broad-mindedness as Li Rui to tolerate the level of face-slapping Qin Fang could deliver...
Li Yang might take it in stride, but if things got too heated, it really wouldn't be good for anyone. Such self-destructive behavior was something Qin Fang intended to do as little as possible.
