The gambling house is the most chaotic place in the city, and also a place where information flows freely.
"Big or small, place your bets, everyone!"
"One, two, three, a triplet!"
The smell of sweat and cheap tobacco filled the air as the dice cups clattered loudly.
Sha Lifei, wearing a greasy short jacket, squeezed to the table where dice were being played, and after intentionally losing three rounds, he casually placed his arm around the shoulder of a gambler with sunken eyes and said with a smile, "Brother, you're out of luck today. I heard there are some fat sheep in town, haven't you thought about getting some of it?"
The gambler, with bloodshot eyes from losing, spat and said, "Haven't seen the fat sheep, only bad luck!"
"A few days ago, several black-covered wagons arrived at the South Gate, with seven or eight sacks that looked like children... but the guards didn't even check and let them pass!"
