The gambling house truly is a mixed bag, the moment one steps inside, all sorts of smoke and chaos hit you. There's the smell of opium, mixed with various sweat odors. Looking at the crowd crammed inside, it's only just past noon, yet the place is already bustling with people, some with bloodshot eyes from gambling, some looking emaciated, and some who've lost everything but are still unwilling to leave.
Upon Wufu's entrance, quite a few people shifted their gaze onto her, as if evaluating or coveting, wondering if another fat sheep has arrived.
Judging by her age and her tender appearance, the crowd leaned towards the latter—she's a fat sheep, a young profligate.
Someone wanted to approach her, but Chi Yi and his group have already caught up, standing behind Wufu, emanating a cold, fierce aura, immediately making people hold back and restrain themselves.
And Chi San's group had already carved out a space, allowing Wufu to walk over.
