"I'm not playing anymore; I still need to go out and buy some things." Lin Feng politely excused himself to the enthusiastic neighbor and gave a wave to the others who were having a great time, intending to continue walking out. Yet, after barely taking a few steps, a strange feeling welled up inside him. Something was off, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.
"Why worry about shopping? You can do that any time. Play a bit more with us; everyone here needs to shop later too. It's much better to have fun together. The dealer is on a losing streak right now. You might even win enough to cover your grocery money," Han Zi'an argued when he saw Lin Feng trying to leave. How could he let him go? Today's game was set up for him. Otherwise, with the renown of us, the Han brothers, the Gambling Gods of Guangdong and Macau, how could we possibly stoop to running a roadside stall? If word got out, our peers would laugh their heads off.
