C87 The Ghost in the Middle of the Night

"I've been on a real losing streak these past few days. Every single day, down on my luck. You'd think by now, my fortunes would have turned around, right?" Wu Xiaowei emerged from the mahjong parlor, his face the picture of dejection, as he rubbed his hands and took the familiar path out of Steedstead, heading back to the village on the concrete road.

Lately, he'd been hemorrhaging money