The Card Master immediately pulled out a foldable knife from his pocket and approached, asking fiercely.
As someone who could run a game room, in Chinatown, the Card Master was also the kind of person who mingled with the crowd.
With a lot of friends around him, he wasn't unfamiliar with fights and had even stabbed people; he'd been to prison several times.
This late at night, seeing a stranger standing at his doorstep, even the Card Master felt a little uneasy.
But years of habits didn't prompt him to shy away and seek help immediately, so he approached the person with his knife raised.
As he got closer, the Card Master looked more closely and realized it was just a mannequin from a clothing store.
Someone had put clothes on this mannequin and a wig, so from a distance, you couldn't really tell it apart.
"Damn it, who the hell has nothing better to do, messing with me at this hour?"
