"Pretty boy, let's play again?"
Zhong Yinuo pushed the chips in his hand onto the table, with a smile that would make a woman's legs weak. The chips stacked in front of him were over three million at least, all of which were won in the past half hour.
The beads of sweat on the croupier's forehead fell down as if he was free of money, and his hands began to shake when he shuffled the cards. The "Oriental Princess" gambling ship has been operating on the high seas for three years and has never seen anything like this - a young man who looks like he is no more than twenty-seven or eighty-year-old, wearing a floral shirt with two buttons unbuttoned to reveal the rose tattooed under the collarbone, sitting in the VIP room and putting money in his pocket as if to play.
"Let's stop playing. If we continue to win, Mr. Jiang will feel distressed." Zhong Yinuo held a cigarette in his mouth and glanced across the way.
