The bright room was filled with a thick peculiar smell, a mixture of perfume, cigarettes, and something like Kleve.
Saying it's fragrant, it's actually not pleasant to the nose.
But to call it stinky, you can still smell some fragrance in it.
Without realizing it, the sky had become a bit dim. Richard was not as triumphant and unbeatable as he expected. Instead, his brows were tightly knitted.
The chip box beside him had already emptied three times. This was his fourth time exchanging chips, each time for two thousand bucks. In a short time, he had exchanged eight thousand bucks in chips, and the ones in the box before him didn't seem like they would last long.
He glanced down at the three cards in front of him. The smoke from the cigarette hanging from his mouth was stinging his eyes. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, swallowed, and his throat hurt a little.
He took a gulp from his glass and pressed the glass back down on the cards.
