Though the terrace was three stories high, the noise below was loud. Martial artists with keen ears and sharp eyes could naturally hear it clearly.
A gambler had been thrown out. The reason was simple: he had lost until his eyes turned red, insisted the other side had cheated, and even tried to forcibly snatch his money back.
Such things were commonplace. They happened in gambling houses almost every few days.
For some reason, Zou Feng leaned against the railing with great interest, looking down at that rotten gambler.
"Hehe, so it's him again..." The maid in Zou Feng's arms craned her neck curiously as well.
"You know him?"
The maid shook her head. "How could I know such trash? I only heard that this bastard even gambled away his wife, yet still can't keep his hands under control."
Zou Feng casually laughed. "Actually, I'm best at treating people like that who can't keep their hands under control..."
The maid giggled foolishly. "Mmm, Hall Master Zou is lying. You clearly can't keep your own hands under control either—ah!"
After another bout of playful fooling around, Zou Feng took his leave.
As the warehouse manager, he could not stay out all night.
Wang Xingjian understood that well, so he did not try to keep him.
Zou Feng had not brought any subordinates with him this time.
He had no interest in putting on airs. A Black Flood Dragon Gang hall master was nothing special; he could not truly start thinking himself some great figure.
In this world, the truly formidable ones were still sect forces like the Heavenly Origin Sword Sect.
Take the Heartfelt Martial Hall, for instance. In terms of overall combat strength, it was already the strongest in all of Yuan Guang County and its surrounding areas.
Yet even