"I thought someone like you would be above coming to a place like this!"
Jason walked toward the onlookers, yawning hugely.
He really disliked casinos. The tobacco mixed into the stale air made him drowsy, but to find out what Qin Wei had been doing lately, he had come in anyway-after spending a fortune on the first suit of his life.
But the suit was far too tight, especially around his upper arms and neck, where it constricted his solid muscles. He was genuinely afraid that any bigger movement would tear the whole thing apart.
Struggling to breathe, he tugged at his bow tie, trying to draw more air into his lungs.
Although Jason was not part of Qin Wei's plan, Qin Wei had prepared a script for Matches Malone to handle him, considering that the kid's insatiable curiosity might ruin things. Fortunately or unfortunately, it had actually come in handy.
"What are you doing here?" Matches Malone read from the script.
Jason frowned, his facial muscles tightening until his face resembled a plaster bust.
For certain reasons, he still respected "Qin Wei," but if the man kept this up, he was not sure how long that respect would last.
"Are you really going to keep sinking like this? Come back with me." Jason made the invitation sincerely. He admitted that the wish contained his selfish desire for Qin Wei to keep leading everyone, and the instant it slipped out, he felt somewhat ashamed.
The six people at the gambling table heard every word, and exchanged another round of looks.
"Who is this kid to you? Your accomplice in cheating-"
The woman tossed her hair, hoping to press her advantage, but Jason's roar shattered her words as soon as they left her mouth.
**"Shut up, you filthy bastards! If anyone