Everyone was panting heavily, their clothes soaked with sweat.
Feng Mountain hadn't taken first place.
Of course, that was because he had deliberately gone easy on them. If he had gone all out, none of these veterans would have been a match for him.
'As the boss...'
'If I fight my own employees for first place, it would make me look petty.'
The winner was a veteran nicknamed Tire, who grinningly collected his winnings from the others.
But getting his hands on the money wasn't going to be that easy.
The veterans swarmed him, chanting that since he'd won, he had to treat everyone to drinks at the bar.
The pot from seven or eight guys was only about seventy or eighty US Dollars. A few rounds at the bar would probably cost him more than that.
Tire was a good sport, though. Still grinning, he clutched the cash tightly in his fist, then waved his arm grandly and called out to the others.
"Come on, to the bar! It's on me!"
The veterans erupted in cheers.
