Duan Rong strolled over to a large table in the center of the first-floor hall, where the fewest people were gathered, about seven or eight, playing a game of chance.
The dealer was a lean man in his thirties, with sharp eyes and prominent cheekbones. He wore a black silk robe with a character stitched on the right shoulder, indicating he was someone from the casino.
The lean man shook the cup in his hand, producing a loud clattering sound, his sharp eyes scanning the gamblers around him, shouting, "Bet big or small, place your bets. When fortune strikes, you'll make a fortune..."
The cadence of his voice was high and low, carrying a tempting undertone...
Just as the man stopped shaking the cup, Duan Rong suddenly unleashed his Divine Sense...
