"Close the doors, we're closing up!" Ye Chen quickly waved his hand.
"Huh?!" Feng Zhixiao was puzzled, thinking Ye Chen wanted to close up to avoid Yan Bu'Er's attack. He said nervously, "Isn't that not a solution?"
"Damn, I never said I was going to hide. I'm telling you to close the doors and gather the brothers for a meeting!" Ye Chen coldly smiled and said, "I'm someone who doesn't take things seriously until I do—and when I do, I could pluck a hair from King Yama's chin!"
"Yes!" Feng Zhixiao nodded immediately. Soon, within ten minutes, the gamblers in the casino were cleared out, and more than sixty brothers gathered in the empty hall. The central air conditioning was blasting cold air, making everyone shiver. Ye Chen stood on a stool and waved his hand, "Brothers, Yan Bu'Er wants to deal with us. What should we do?"
