"Okay!" Feng Zhixiao immediately nodded. The dispersed customers complained incessantly, but upon learning that the establishment was closing for machine repairs, they could only curse and leave. Some exchanged some chips, but most people simply pocketed their chips and left. With the casino closed, a large group of little brothers were ready; although there were only a little over sixty people in total, each one was determined to face death. This place was their means of survival; without this casino, who would pay them, and who would provide for their food and entertainment?
"Brothers, if we manage to hold the casino today, each of you will get five thousand yuan!" Feng Zhixiao, clutching a bundle of cash all bound with rubber bands, threw stacks of banknotes onto the ground. Looking at everyone, he touched his messy hair and said, "If we lose, this money will be used to buy our coffins! Do you hear me!"
