Capítulo 64: The Price of Hope

Arslan shoved open the door leading into Mr. Liang's gambling den, and instantly the air hit him as it was thick with cigarette smoke and the low murmur of overlapping conversations. 

The Dimly lit chandeliers hung overhead, casting flickering shadows that danced across the lavish decor of the place, a stark contrast to the grimy and murky world he'd just left outside. 

His steps were quiet on the fancy red carpets as he walked further into the place. The rich smell of pricey drinks mixed with a slight smell of sweat and desperation.

He narrowed his eyes struggling to adjust to the dim light around him, and slowly scanned the room. It was a massive space, packed with high-stakes tables where men and women, dressed in everything from tailored suits to slinky dresses, played with their money like they were nothing more than cheap poker chips.