Chapter One: The Last Coin

“Good. Su Wanqing said the same.” His voice lowered. “Her final game wasn't this little table. It was the Long Table's Heir Game. Your father, Zhou Junchuan, was among the players.” The envelope contained an eighteen-year-old station locker ticket and a handwritten number. In one corner was the symbol of a circular table shaped like a serpent eating its tail. Zhao Biao surged to his feet. “What about my debt, Cheng? Did you bring this bastard to wreck my room?” He drew a knife. No one retreated. Zhou Lin crossed the room, borrowed intimidation pressing down like an invisible hammer. “You have two choices,” Zhou Lin said. “Stab me and become the Zhou family's scapegoat when this advantage wears off, or sit down and tell me who sent you to steal