My father's funeral was scheduled for Wednesday. It was cloudy and not raining, but the air was so humid that you could squeeze water out of it.
I looked at the familiar face in the black and white photo. The people around me cried even more miserably than me, but I knew that none of them were truly sad. Lying in his father's coffin was the former owner of an underground casino, clutching a whole
When Zhao Wuwang knelt on the ground, the entire casino was silent.
Blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the marble floor, making a "patter" sound. The thugs behind him were all as pale as paper, but no one dared to step forward to help him.
I sat behind the gaming table, with my legs crossed and the IOU twirling in my hand.
"320 Years." I read out loud, "Boss Zhao, you are betting quite a bit."
Zhao Wuwang raised his head, his eyes bloodshot: "What the hell did you use?"
"Evil magic?" I laughed. "It is only natural to pay back debts. You borrowed so much from my father, and now I am here to collect the debt. It is only natural."
