"The rest of you, twenty people per team, encircle from all four directions, and the remaining ten block the back door exit!"
"Yes!"
The team, well-trained, sprang into action.
After Xia Tingfeng checked the position of his dagger again, he led his men to the gambling den.
As soon as they entered, they were watched. But it didn't matter—it was the den's own lookout. Xia Tingfeng's gaze swept around, finally resting on the biggest gambling table. He slowly approached and saw a person on each side of the table, both puffing on pipes and cloaked in smoke.
Two men… Both looked like old hands. Which one could it be?
He quickly found his answer from the shouts around him.
"Second Master Fan!"
Fan Changsheng, wasn't he the second son of the Fan Family? The corner of Xia Tingfeng's mouth curved as he eyed him closely.
