In a private club within a Chinese-style garden, the exterior was peaceful and elegant, but inside it was bustling and lively.
The club's decorations were extremely luxurious, with crystal chandeliers casting dazzling light, shining down on the faces of many immersed in pleasure and luxury.
The room was filled with a cacophony of noises, swirling smoke, and an intense card game.
Feng Peng, so fat he resembled a hippopotamus, donned a custom-made large-sized suit, sat at the card table.
His body almost filled the entire chair, forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, cheeks flushed with excitement and nervousness.
His eyes were fixed on the cards in his hand, as if trying to see through them with his gaze, his fingers pale from exertion.
"Damn it, such garbage cards!"
Another round ended, and he slammed the cards onto the table heavily, accompanied by a string of curses, scattering chips everywhere on the table.
"Damn, I'm really jinxed lately!"
