Matt and Neilson enter the room filled with smokes, men throwing out chips around the tables, cracking into loud ruffled laughter. The room was small, filled with old Asian men, gambling, and chit-chatting in their native tongues.
Matt glanced at Neilson, lifting a brow. “I thought you said we are going to a bar, not Chinatown.”
Neilson shrugs, “There is a bar over there,” he said, pointing at a low rundown bar that barely had any customer since the waitress would bring out the drinks.
Neilson dug his hands into his pockets, walking through the room. Matt followed him, quite curious where he is leading him towards in a little casino in the sketchy part of New York. The Asian men and women were curiously peeking at them but quickly averted their eyes, going back to their cards.
