In Shanghai during the Republic of China, there was an undercurrent.
On the gambling table, there is winning and losing; under the human heart, there is life and death.
The legendary "Thousand-Hand Buddha" of a generation was framed and died tragically in Zhuoliu, and the whole sect was almost destroyed.
More than ten years later, his closed disciple Chen Yan, holding half of the remnant order, went into the foreign market alone.
His hands are as steady as stone and his heart is as cold as ice,
You can identify the cards by listening to the sound, you can change the game by raising your hand, and you have a thousand skills that can be traced without any trace, and you have no opponent in the casino.
From small gambling on the street to high-end gambling on the pier;
From private gang fights to secret wars between the military and the government.
He works every step of the way, uses gambling as his blade, and his game as his attack.
The five people who were stained with the master's blood back then were dragged to death one by one.
But Shanghai Beach has never been a one-person arena.
Beauty serves as bait, fellow sects are jealous of each other, powerful enemies are waiting around, and undercurrents of thousands of sects are surging.
Cards can be counted and games can be set, but people's hearts are unpredictable.
A handful of old cards stirred up a storm in half the city.
A revenge, risking the fate of himself and the entire Qianmen.
In this game, the bet is not money, but life.
If you don't win this round, you will die.
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