Kuaihuo Tower always seemed to be filled with all the pleasures of the world.
Whether it was Pai Gow, cockfighting, cricket fighting, dice, or tossing arrows, any type on the market could be found in Kuaihuo Tower.
Those who came here to indulge were all gambling addicts. There were no harsh outside elements like wind or cold, only gamblers shouting excitedly at the gaming tables, either deliriously ecstatic or weary in demeanor. Regardless of poverty or wealth, whether from noble mansions or humble homes, once at the gaming table, they were like monkeys stripped of their human skin, their eyes filled only with greed and madness.
In a corner under the lamp, a crowd was gathered around a table, with two people sitting across from each other. One was a young man in green, slender and delicate. His opponent wore a brown robe and seemed to be on a lucky streak despite appearing tired—his eyes sparkling with light.
Wan Quan was feeling extremely happy.
