Ning Fan casually cracked a joke; naturally, the entrance ticket was the chip with the lowest denomination.
"Haha... You don't really think you can keep playing with just one chip, do you?"
As if hearing something unbelievable, the bald man burst into laughter, and the people present joined in.
There were even several women of grandmother age who openly invited Ning Fan to scrub steel wool.
Ning Fan ignored these casual remarks and replied seriously, "Why not? Maybe my luck will be great today."
"Perhaps we should call you Lucky Boy."
The bald man joked, "Leon, give our lucky gentleman an entrance ticket."
Soon, a twenty US Dollar chip and a business card appeared in Ning Fan's hand.
"If you need anything, feel free to come find me. My friends."
Saying this, if he hadn't been staring at the two women with a predatory look, the bald man might still have seemed decent.
Ning Fan chuckled and said, "I don't want to be friends with someone like you."
"Oh! Really?"
