Chapter One: The Last Coin

this coin.” The knife trembled, then struck the table harmlessly. “Zhou Jiming's secretary,” Biao said. The expulsion had not been improvised. The Zhou family knew about the coin and tonight's game. Cheng Ye handed Zhou Lin a card. “What you took from Biao returns at dawn. What you staked never does.” Zhou Lin remembered the gates closing and felt no pain at all. The coin had truly taken his final affection for the Zhou name. He shut the soaked album. “Good. I'm not going back to ask them to recognize me.” Thunder rolled outside as he pocketed the locker ticket. “I'm going back to settle the account.”