Though money is an external possession, when it accumulates, one must admit, it looks quite appealing.
"Next round, next round! Is there no one else?"
Lorenzo waited for a while, shouting to the people around him, but still, no one stepped forward, and the casino sank into silence.
Someone opened the doors and windows, and a cold breeze blew inside, extinguishing people's desires and plunging them into a cold daze, followed by a surge of anger.
The ones playing cards here are mostly those engaged in unspeakable dealings, blood-stained thugs.
The crowd gathered, eyes filled with malice.
Bola forcefully pressed Lorenzo's shoulder. With Lorenzo around, there was no need to worry about personal safety, but this wasn't the Lower City District, it was Ice Bay, and they still had a task to perform.
"If no one's playing, then I'm leaving. Where can I exchange these chips for money?"
