The old district's street of card and mahjong parlors lay tucked away deep in the alleys.
Pu Yu stood outside the Big Rich card and mahjong parlor. Even through her mask, the stench of cheap cigarettes mixed with moldy carpet stung her nose.
She pushed the door open, and smoke hit her in the face, nearly making her cough.
Pu Yu's arrival was like a white swan straying into a pack of wolves.
She was too well dressed, too clean. The refinement she exuded from head to toe was utterly out of place in this grimy den.
Quite a few people turned to look.
Their gazes held curiosity, admiration, and undisguised greed.
Those looks felt like sticky tentacles, raising goose bumps all over Pu Yu's skin. She forced her back straight and put a cold, distant look in her eyes as she walked directly to the counter.
"Hey, beautiful. Want to play a few rounds?" The attendant had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his eyes roaming up and down her body.
Pu Yu said nothing. She merely frowned slightly, as though disgusted by the air.
She opened her pearl handbag, revealing a thick stack of red banknotes.
The attendant's eyes instantly went wide.
Pu Yu casually pulled out several hundred-yuan notes, laid them on the counter, and slid them over.
Her movements were languid, carrying an air of careless arrogance.
"I'm not playing."
Her voice was muffled through the mask and sounded a little spoiled. "Find me a cleaner booth. I don't like people getting too close."
"Of course! Right this way!" The attendant's attitude did an instant about-face. He swiftly pocketed the money and led her to a relatively quiet corner, even fussing over the already dirty leather sofa with a rag.
Pu Yu sat down without removing