Surrounding Dashing Fortress was a blaze of lights in the night; it was a sleepless night, a night of frenzy for the underground fight club and gambling.
Chen Ping was truly formidable—his chosen fighters were almost always experts, with only rare occasions of failure, so the atmosphere in the private room grew increasingly lively.
Apart from Pang Feng, everyone in the private room was making a killing, even Fan Binbin was getting excited.
"Binbin, look, we won again! With a hundred thousand as our capital, now it's turned over ten times to over a million, hasn't it?" said Chen Ping with a beaming smile, his eyes wandering over Fan Binbin's figure. He was dying to peel off her mask so he could gaze upon Binbin's beauty!
Fan Binbin was so enchanting. Although her face was covered, the charm she exuded with every move made Chen Ping feel like his bones were melting.