C245 It's Just a Game Don't

A few punks were sitting around a poker table, smoking cigarettes in their hands.

Su Qingchu's eyes swept across and recognized the person. It was practically carved out of the same mold as old lady Qiao's monkey-faced face.

"You are Qiao San?"

Qiao San had a cigarette in his mouth and was very impatient when he was interrupted, "Who the f * ck is looking for..