The Fifth Game: Foggy City 8

Meanwhile, the revelry on the black market never ceased.

Brother Qiang was still sitting on the stool, playing dice. Unfortunately, he lost nine out of ten bets, and the chips in his hand were almost gone.

"Damn it!" Brother Qiang pushed the cards in front of him, recalling the most exhilarating time he had won. That little girl's luck was truly amazing.

Right, she seemed to be introduced by Old K. Thinking of this, Brother Qiang beckoned to the man behind him, "Make a call and ask Old K to come over."

Half an hour later, Brother Qiang had lost all his remaining chips, which made him very unhappy. He looked at the younger brother behind him, "Where's Old K?" He was not far from there.

"I'll go check." The younger brother stood up and opened the door of the private room. A figure fell directly towards him.

"Holy crap!" The younger brother cursed, realizing that this person was Old K, whom they had been waiting for a long time.