After the steward of the gambling den, Song Laoliu, acknowledged, he turned and went into the secret room. Since Wang Anfeng came here seeking help from the local underworld snakes of this city, he naturally had to abide by their rules. He glanced at the secret passage embedded into one side of the wall and then withdrew his gaze.
The guards of the gambling den, who were normally fierce and intimidating, eagerly and flatteringly cleared a space for him to settle in and then prepared fine tea, respectfully bringing it over.
Especially the person serving the tea seemed like they were facing a big black cat that intruded into their mouse hole, trembling step by step, too frightened to show any neglect, fearing that even a slight displeasure would have them thrown into the Ministry of Punishment's dungeon, exchanged for a credit in the ledger.
