Although the terrace was three stories high, the sounds from below were loud, and a Martial Artist with sharp senses could naturally hear everything clearly.
A gambler was thrown out. The reason was simple: he had lost until his eyes were red, insisting the other party was cheating and even trying to snatch the money back by force.
This sort of thing was commonplace, happening in the gambling house almost every few days.
Zou Feng, however, for some unknown reason, leaned against the railing with great interest, sizing up the degenerate gambler below.
"Heh, so it's him again..." the Maid in Zou Feng's arms murmured, also looking on with curiosity.
"You know him?"
The Maid shook her head. "I wouldn't know a scoundrel like that. I just heard that this lowlife gambled away his own wife, but he still can't control himself."
Zou Feng chuckled casually. "Actually, I'm the best at dealing with people who can't control themselves..."
