The middle-aged man, hearing Qin Fang's words, gradually recovered from his initial shock and showed a bit of a gambler's spirit. He straightened his face and cleared his throat before speaking.
"I leave?"
Qin Fang smiled, "I think you've got it wrong. It's you all who need to leave…"
Qin Fang hadn't come here to make money. If he truly wanted to win money, he could go to places like Elite Salon or Bihai Pavilion to gamble, where it was both safe and big bets were placed, making winning truly thrilling...
These small-scale underground gambling dens were merely trivial in comparison, hidden away in the countryside to deceive people from the town and the unsuspecting farmers around...
