In the not-so-spacious room, the sounds of mahjong and poker intertwined.
Expressions of regret and cries of excitement rose and fell.
However, in such an environment, Yue Jiannan seemed bizarrely unable to see the people around him or hear any superfluous noise.
It appeared that only the cards in his hands could catch his eyes.
Yet sometimes, the noise was too loud and inevitably disturbed him.
Yue Jiannan was about to place a bet when suddenly he heard a scream from the neighboring table.
"I… how did I lose?"
All the cash in front of him had been swept away by the winner, leaving only a crumpled, empty cigarette pack.
"Hurry up and step aside; others are waiting behind you," someone urged the man to leave the table, but he clearly did not want to.
"I can turn the tables; I'm sure of it!" he clung to the table, refusing to leave despite others shoving him.
Spectators around them buzzed with comments.
"Mao Hui, you have no money left. How can you turn the tables?"