One o'clock in the morning.

Chess and card room.

"Self-drawing!"

The big mourner slapped the mahjong on the table, and pushed down the cards with his hand: "Come on, come on, draw yourself, give money to money." ”

"Hey, the big guy can't stop it tonight with good luck."

Touma Zhuang Zaibang muttered, boringly knocked down the cards, lit the banknotes pressed under the cigarette and put them in the middle of the table: "Tonight, I heard that Wu Zhihui is in the limelight again." ”

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