The Secret About the Past (154)

It was two o'clock in the morning.

"Sister Hong, old Mr. Jin lost everything he bet again," said the waiter, handing her the money.

"So be it. If he comes by again tomorrow, continue making him lose. This is an order from our boss," Sister Hong instructed, holding a cigarette between her fingers. She was dressed in a short dress that ended at her thighs, exuding a sultry charm.

"But wouldn't we arouse suspicion if we put him on a losing streak?"

"You don't have to care about that. If he wants to change the players, just send another one of us."

"Got it." The waiter turned around to go out.

Sister Hong scanned the surveillance camera monitors on the wall and laid her eyes upon a particular figure.

She snubbed her cigarette butt into the ashtray and walked out coquettishly.