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Actually, these guys aren't much different from Bo Yanching's group—they're all ruthless, the kind who cut the grass and remove the roots. If Han Qi didn't have his status today, he'd have been dead a long time ago.
Pei Dongshi said in a calm voice, "I'll go over tonight and hang him with acupuncture."
Seven o'clock in the evening, Minglun.
Bo Yanching pushed open the door, and everyone inside immediately stood up and greeted him.
"Brother Yan."
"Third Master is here!"
"Brother Yan, you've got to stand up for me. I played my hand openly, but damn it, those two played dirty tricks on me, trapping me. I've lost two pieces of property, now. Watch my hand for me—I have to win back what I lost!"
Loo Jinyang cursed under his breath, trying to draw Bo Yanching over to the poker table but suddenly realized Bo Yanching's expression was off.
"Brother Yan, what's wrong with you?"