It was eleven o'clock at night.
The pendulum clock in the church chimed.
The dim yellow chandelier above the poker table cast a light on each fierce and malicious face, adding not a hint of softness.
Pei Zhen leaned back naturally behind her while Xu Si listened intently with an indifferent expression.
Aside from the members of the Triad Society, who were expressionless, the rest of them looked as if they had seen a ghost, quietly drinking water to regain their composure.
A buzz-cut man wearing sunglasses, sitting at a distance, withdrew his gaze, held his cards, and muttered unclearly with a cigarette in his mouth, "Damn, another loss."
His chest was full of irritation and impatience.
