"Brother, who do you run with?"
Bucket Hat tapped the table with his chips in displeasure, signaling the dealer with his eyes to deal.
"What are we playing?"
"Zha Golden Flower?" Little White Tiger had one arm around A Yao and a cigarette between the fingers of his other hand.
"You two don't seem to have any chips left." Bucket Hat glanced at the empty space in front of them.
Though Bald-Headed Tiger and the others were impatient, they dared not act rashly without Bucket Hat's approval.
In their line of work, you needed brains as well as rules.
If they acted without finding out the other party's background and offended a major power, they would have no choice but to run.
That was also why Bucket Hat had yet to act. He did not want to bring trouble on the gambling den.
"Who says my Brother Nine has no chips?"
Hi Dog came out of the rear hall with a roguish grin, carrying a large bag of cash.
"Heh, deal." Bucket Hat gave Hi Dog a puzzled look, unsure how he had come out of the rear hall.
But remembering that Awakened were guarding the back, and that even a robbery could not have happened without a sound, he relaxed.
"How big are we playing?"
"Whatever." Old Ninth shrugged.
The dealer lightly nudged Bucket Hat with his toe, and the latter immediately understood.
The cards had already been rigged.
Without even looking at his cards, Old Ninth dumped all the cash onto the table. "Blind... all in."
"Bold of you. Which family's young master might you be?" Bucket Hat was now even more certain that the newcomers belonged to some major power.
He had gone all in for several hundred thousand without blinking, his expression completely calm.
An ordinary