"There's no problem with anything! A bet is a bet!" As Big Evil's mouth slowly opened, the gambler fattie became much more honest, willing to agree to any demand of Han Fei's.
"You sure change quickly," Han Fei hadn't expected a fierce-looking person like the fattie to switch so rapidly, but maybe he had underestimated the psychological impact that Big Evil had on ordinary people.
"The gambling house on the sixth floor is within Red Alley, so the rules of Red Alley are also the rules of the gambling house." The fattie watched Big Evil's mouth with a heart pounding in terror, as the Soul Poison almost fell on his face, "Could you please keep it away from me? I'm afraid it might hurt me by mistake."
