After playing casually at several gambling tables near the entrance for a while, Luo Yan had already lost half his chips.
This time, he walked over to a card table. He stood beside it and watched for a while. Once he had figured out the general rules, he found a seat and sat down.
He picked up a few chips and tossed them onto the table, and the dealer dealt him a hand.
Luo Yan began playing there, losing several rounds and winning one.
At that moment, Wang Meng's voice came through his earpiece. "I've found the target."
"Everyone, get ready."
"Murong Xuan, Li Yuqing, create a disturbance when I give the signal."
"Luo Yan, get ready to receive us."
Luo Yan picked up a hand of cards and used them to cover his face. In a low voice, he said, "Roger."
Just then.
With the Divine Treasure active, a name suddenly flashed across his vision.
Fan Zhixing!
Luo Yan's expression shifted. He looked toward the name without revealing anything. Beneath it was a man wearing a long coat and a mask.
The man was squeezed beside another card table, looking around as he casually tossed down two chips and lost a round.
At that moment, he raised his head, about to meet Luo Yan's gaze.
Luo Yan did not immediately lower his head. Instead, he slowly shifted his gaze and naturally redirected it toward the other people, but turmoil had already risen in his heart.
Fan Zhixing was downstairs!
The Divine Treasure could not be wrong.
If the man surnamed Fan was downstairs, then the target upstairs was naturally a fake.
Luo Yan knocked his elbow against the table, pretending to accidentally knock the chips onto the floor. Then, while crouching to pick them up, he took the opportunity