Ning Xia didn't directly call out to him; instead, she quietly walked behind him and watched him gamble.
There were quite a few chips on his table, roughly counted, they were worth about one million if exchanged for cash; it seemed he was playing with high stakes.
Detective J's luck seemed rather poor, as she stood there for just over ten minutes, he had already lost three rounds in a row, a few hundred thousand vanished just like that, yet his eyes didn't even flicker as if he had only lost a few dozen yuan.
To be honest, although a detective's income wasn't low, it surely wasn't enough to allow him to throw money around so freely, right? Could it be he hit the lottery?
As she pondered, Detective J lost a few more rounds, and the pile of high-stacked chips on the table diminished to just a few pieces, his countenance finally taking a turn for the worse.
