It was two in the morning. Seven hours had passed since they had set out from the port.
Including Yuan Shikai, there were sixteen people in the room: thirteen men and three women.
The other fifteen were dressed in all sorts of styles. There were white, yellow, and black faces among them, and all of them carried the air of gambling gods.
But that had nothing to do with Yuan Shikai. He had cheats; gambling skills meant nothing before him.
No matter how skilled you were, if he opened with an unbeatable hand, what could you do about it?
The fifteen seated players looked at Yuan Shikai. He could see confusion, wariness, disdain, and even lust in their eyes.
Most crucially, two of those looks were lustful. One came from a blonde white woman from Europe or America.
With her revealing style, seductive posture, and scraps of clothing, she looked like the type who had slept with a thousand people. One look told him she was trouble.
The other came, unbelievably, from a man. The other party was a black man, though he looked polished and powdered.
That look alone made Yuan Shikai nauseous. He even wanted to draw his blade and kill the man in a single stroke.
Compared with those two, the others were much more normal. Yet everyone's eyes held the undisguised look of predators sizing up prey.
It seemed they had entered the second floor long ago. After arriving there, they clearly had no idea what had happened on the first floor, or they would not be this calm.
The air was thick with cigar smoke and pungent perfume, and the combination was thoroughly unpleasant.
There was just one seat left, directly opposite that promiscuous woman. Yuan Shikai was about to sit down when she began