Entering the tavern, the rich aroma of alcohol assaulted Su Ming'an's senses, causing him slight discomfort as he frowned.
Within the tavern, people with various patterns tattooed on their skin sat on wooden chairs, chatting animatedly. The arrival of Su Ming'an and his two companions went unnoticed.
Su Ming'an even saw some patrons engaging in physical combat, landing heavy punches on each other. The crisp sound of rolling dice was everywhere, accompanied by shouts of "Big big big!" and "Small small small!"—with some bursting into hearty laughter and others hanging their heads in dejection.
In a corner, a black dog lying lazily opened a slit of an eye, seemingly observing the entrance.
...This was a chaotic, large-scale tavern, or perhaps more accurately, a gambling den.
