"Boss Zhang, wishing you thriving business, thriving business!"
An old gambler cupped his hands, exchanged a large stack of chips, and entered the venue.
Zhang Wentao rubbed his cheeks, having smiled all day long his face was a bit stiff.
"The casino..."
He sighed softly, actually preferring to be a doctor.
But Chongyang is not Jiangzhou, here is a higher-level city, really to be an underground doctor again?
What one might encounter could very well be martial artists of the Middle Three Refinements or even more formidable ones.
The old tricks of burying explosives might not be enough to save one's life.
Being a casino owner actually isn't too bad,
at least, it's safe... right?
Zhang Wentao looked outside this small casino, at a small old man bending his waist, leaning on a small cane, wobbling his way in.
His expression changed, and he hurriedly went to meet him:
"Oh, Boss Zhou? Just arrived, haven't had a chance to pay you a visit, how come you're here in person?"
