Late at night, the streets were deserted, shrouded in a quiet darkness.
However, the underground gambling den was bustling with noise and bright lights, in stark contrast to the scene outside.
Lu Zijie drew another bad hand and lost all the money he had left on this round.
Watching the money being swept away by the others, he cursed bitterly, "Fuck, out of luck again! Lost it all!"
"Big brother, I still have a few thousand. Let's play a few more rounds. We can definitely win back what we lost," Lu Zihang, sitting next to him, generously pulled out the last four thousand yuan from his wallet.
"Good job, Second. You're truly worthy of being my Lu Zijie's blood brother." Lu Zijie took the money and laughed heartily as he slapped Lu Zihang's shoulder twice.
"Once big brother wins some money, I'll definitely share half with you!"
"We're blood brothers, no need to care about these things," Lu Zihang said without any concern.
