The gambling den had a small storefront, but once inside, it proved quite sizable.
Dozens of gambling tables filled the first floor, offering dice, pai gow, character lotteries, and everything else. Every table was surrounded by people, with clamor rising and falling without end. Meng Meng had no interest in any of it, however, and headed straight upstairs with an arm around Chen Cheng.
Several semicircular gambling counters stood on the second floor.
On each counter sat a transparent round basin about a foot across, made of something resembling crystal.
Gamblers crowded around them in layer upon layer, every last pair of eyes fixed intently on the crystal basins.
"Never seen this before?"
Meng Meng said with a chuckle:
"Insect fighting! It's damned exciting! Stay close... make way! Make way!"
Meng Meng forced his bulky body through the crowd, occasionally glancing back for fear that Chen Cheng had failed to keep up.
Meng Meng was somewhat speechless. An all-in gambling dog, staking everything on a single pick-no wonder he had lost himself into a mountain of debt.
Of course, the possibility that it was the effect of that red medicinal powder could not be ruled out.
The tremendous force of the spreading carapace violently flung the Eight-Blade Divine Hunter away.
"Heaven's secrets cannot be divulged." Meng Meng smiled.
"Come on up, your senior brother will carry you! Let you experience racing like the wind and lightning!"
For those who had placed heavy bets, calling it getting rich overnight would have been no exaggeration.
Although Meng Meng was already penniless at this moment, he felt not the slightest greed at the doubled wealth before him.
"Bets down, hands off! Bets down, hands off!"
The beautiful male dealer announced loudly, and designated attendants immediately came forward to settle the gamblers' wins and