Lu Wenlun said with a smile, "That little brat has already crawled inside. He can't get out, so don't worry."

"He's just having bad luck, isn't it normal for him to lose a little?" Lu Wenlun laughed wildly, raising one of his hands. Here, there are wins and losses all the time.

Lu Wenlun pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and handed it to him, "Have one!"

Shen Huai'an unceremoniously took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Lu Wenlun threw him a lighter, which Shen Huai'an caught and slowly lit the cigarette.

As he exhaled a puff of smoke, Shen Huai'an leaned back in his chair, squinting at the spinning screen of the game console. He said contentedly, "That little beast, he doesn't even know how to live properly. I even took pity on him and wanted to spare him, but alas, he wasn't destined for it. It seems even the heavens aren't on his side."

"You little bastard, just because you think you're something, you really don't respect me at all. You're practically riding on my head."

Lu Wenlun raised an eyebrow. "It's alright, I'll help you get revenge."

Shen Huai'an elegantly exhaled smoke, looking noble and charming, with a scholarly air about him, as if he could never blend in with this place.

But Lu Wenlun knew his nature; he was a hypocrite and a villain, a man who would seek revenge for any wrong done to him.

People say it's better to offend a gentleman than a petty person, and that's exactly what Shen Huai'an is all about.

Fang Ze downstairs had already gone mad; he was no longer caring about anything and pushed all the chips in his hand out.

After hearing the instruction, the staff member turned on their headset and gave the dealer a wink.

Fang Ze sat at the table wearing a hat, his eyes fixed on the cards, thinking he had won big and eagerly waiting to collect his winnings.

As soon as the cards were revealed, Fang Ze was dumbfounded.