Outer gaming floor.
In the hall.
Many people were lining up at the cashier to exchange their chips for cash. Some had gone back to rest, while others, having nothing better to do, went to play the slot machines.
The place was a little chaotic.
Quite a few people were still angrily cursing the casino for shutting down the machines.
Nearly all the casino staff had come out, hurriedly trying to maintain order.
"Old Zhou!" Several lower-level managers who had just heard about what happened also rushed over from elsewhere on the gaming floor. "You really lost?"
Old Zhou nodded and looked at Dong Xuebin in the distance. "I lost."
Song Yuhu thought, Why are you bringing up exactly what he doesn't want to talk about? He said, "Old Zhou didn't go all out. At most, he only lost a small round."
One of the managers said, "But that was still a dozen rounds, wasn't it?"
Another woman said, "Exactly. Why shut down the gaming floor? The losses..."
Old Zhou said slowly, "No need to listen to Little Song trying to save face for me. How could I have merely lost a round?"
Song Yuhu said, "The two of you had wins and losses. If it had gone all the way to the end, it would have been hard to say who would win."
Old Zhou shook his head and gestured with his chin toward Dong Xuebin's retreating back. "Take a look for yourselves. I noticed it when he revealed his wrist, and also when he was drawing tiles during Mahjong. His left hand was clearly fractured. He could only move it with difficulty and probably couldn't exert any strength at all. And judging from the way he limped, his leg was definitely injured too. He was obviously nowhere near