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derate is like a passing cloud.This person is still as twisted as ever.As soon as they got upstairs, Ye Fei Mo pointed to the bathroom and told her to take a bath and freshen up.This situation is exac...The manager felt a chill run down his spine. This woman was well-informed; very few people knew about this. How did she find out Regardless of how confused he was, he didn't show it on his face. He smiled faintly and said, "Miss, you have excellent sources. The King of Gambling and Mr. Field are having a game right now. It just started. If you want to play a round with the King of Gambling, I'm afraid you'll have to wait until he finishes this one."
The woman in white raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on her lips. With a flick of her slender hand, she brushed back her long hair. "It's a shame, isn't it May I observe from within"
"This..."
The manager frowned, troubled. This woman's skill and technique were those of a highly skilled player, her eyes sharp. If she remained at the casino, in less than half an hour, she would likely sweep away a fortune.
He secretly sized up this woman. She was tall and slender, wearing a white top, black pants, and athletic shoes. Her clothes were loose-fitting and lacked any sense of fashion. There was a silver chain around her waist, with a pink diamond pendant dangling from one end. You couldn't tell what brand her clothes were; they might have been from a street vendor. But this pink diamond was top-notch. Anyone who knew about gemstones could tell it was extraordinary and came from a prestigious source.
Always smiling, soft and harmless, she didn't seem to have any aggression. She looked like a young heiress who came to the casino for the first time. The manager had seen many people, but he had never seen such a woman before.
Such exquisite beauty should be protected in a greenhouse.
"Alright!" He pondered for a long time, but ultimately agreed to the woman's request and led her to the gambling den where King and Field gambled.
A white-clad woman's lips curled into a smile like that of a wolf.
Noble, wild.
The casino wasn't located on the ground floor; this underground casino was connected to a 68-story hotel. This hotel and casino shared an owner, and from the 60th floor up was another casino.
Catering exclusively to prominent, influential, and renowned figures in the gambling world.
It is impossible to enter the 60th floor from the ground. The elevator is located on a lower floor and has a special password, with each level heavily guarded.
When the manager led the woman to the 65th floor, no one paid any attention. In the space of nearly two hundred square meters, there were more than fifty people. One row was made up of international accountants who specialized in verifying gambler assets, another row was lawyers, and the rest were influential figures in the casino, both male and female. They were invited to witness this gambling match.
The King of Gambling in Las Vegas has been on a roll these past two years. This 28-year-old man from California, USA, won the championship tournament in Las Vegas three years ago and was crowned the "King of Gambling". He is proficient in every gambling game, his methods are clean and efficient, and he is incredibly smart.
The most important point is his youth. He is the youngest casino king in Las Vegas, reigning supreme in the casinos, invincible. A few months ago, he competed against a Japanese casino king at sea, and the Japanese king lost, committing seppuku on the spot.
When the European gambling king, Phil Ivey, heard about this, he became very interested and invited him for a gamble. They were originally supposed to meet at a European casino, but Fields had something come up and changed the location to London's most famous underground casino.
The woman sat down, her gaze fixed on the center of the casino.
Two gambling kings sat at opposite ends of a round table. The winner was the one who won two out of three games.
The first round is European roulette, the second round is dice rolling, and the third round is blackjack.
When she sat down, the European roulette was already over. The Las Vegas gambling king led by one step. The second round was dice throwing. Whoever had the smallest number won. This round was basically a foregone conclusion.
It's certain that European king of gambling Phil Field will win.
She had reviewed the files, and she knew dice was Field's forte. The woman seemed uninterested in how they gambled, her eyes sweeping across the casino floor. Besides those present, every entrance and exit was guarded by their brought-in bodyguards.
Especially the windows and doors, seven or eight people at a glance looked like professional assassins. That attire, that tense she was too familiar with. Besides professional assassins, the casino's bodyguards, the two gambling kings' bodyguards, a total of twenty people or so, were scattered behind them, protecting them airtightly.
People like them have offended many others, so they bring a lot of people with them when they go out, all very afraid of death.
The corners of her lips once again curled into a smile.
No matter how tight the protection is, it's useless.
Field won the second roll of the dice, tying the game.
The last game was blackjack.
One game decides life and death.
The woman's gaze fell on them, a faint boredom flickering in her eyes. She was a very moral person; if they wanted to compete, let them compete. As long as it didn't interfere with her work, she didn't care. She originally intended to let them have a contest and then intervene, but it was simply too boring.
She turned her wrist, about to make a move, when suddenly her eyes narrowed and she glanced towards the window. She had studied the architectural plans of the buildings near this skyscraper, and there were several others over 70 floors high nearby. The window looked out at another building of the same height just one hundred meters away.
If there's a sniper across from you...
Perhaps they were overconfident, for the curtains were wide open. If there were a sniper across the way, their prime target would be Las Vegas's king of gambling... She had an almost superhuman sensitivity to her surroundings and danger. In her judgment, there was someone at the window opposite them, and it was a high-risk professional assassin. They were after the life of Las Vegas's gambling king.
The woman's lips curled into a softer smile.
When she works, she doesn't want others to get in her way so as not to harm innocents. Therefore, she naturally won't interfere with other people's work as long as they don't affect her. This is professional ethics.
All present were on high alert.
Because the end of the competition is about to come, this is the last game.
Both of them were professional gamblers, very calm. Winning and losing were commonplace to them.
To reach the state of invincibility, one must have gone through countless defeats.
Everyone watched the gambling table nervously, except for the professional assassins who kept to themselves, protecting those they were assigned to. The woman's glazed eyes flickered with amusement as a sneer played on her lips. From this distance, they wouldn't be able to detect any danger.
A subtle sound pierced the air, coming swiftly. She frowned slightly, a smile playing on her lips. With a clang, glass shattered, and a bullet precisely entered the Las Vegas casino king's forehead...
One shot, one kill!
Blood splattered everywhere, the King of Gamblers seemed to still not understand why he was killed, how he was killed. So many people were protecting him, why was there still a lapse He was about to flip the card, his eyes widened, blood stained his face, and after a while, he stiffened and fell to the ground.
The scene was in chaos...ce-like precision. Mo Xiaobai didn't get angry, instead, he smiled awkwardly, "I love to dream the most. You don't have to say it, I'll find a way. It's just a matter of time anyway, so it doesn't tak...