Across the street from Jinmen Casino, three men wearing matching black hats squatted by the roadside, each gnawing on a flatbread.
Shu San swallowed a couple of bites of the local specialty bread, but couldn't get any more down. He complained, "Brother Lin, didn't Mr. Jiang pay us our salaries? Why do we still have to suffer like this? This stuff is too hard to eat."
Beside him, Lin Ye remained silent, continuing to chew on the nearly finished piece of bread, his hawk-like, sharp eyes locked firmly on the casino across the street.
Chapter 132