Chapter 229: Precious Temple’s Crisis

The night was bitterly cold.Inside a gambling house.A burly man with a face full of hard flesh was pushing pai gow tiles, his eyes bloodshot, just about to shove the scattered silver before him forward.“Smack.”A large hand pressed down on his wrist.The man flew into a rage and was just about to curse someone’s mother when he turned and saw a colleague from the Demon-Suppression Office.That man was already fully dressed in black, his waist saber fastened, his face grave.“Stop...