88 The Last Round
The man fell to the ground and screamed as he pressed his hands against his jaw.
The person-in-charge looked down at him, raising his hand and cracking his wrist.
“This is punishment for causing a commotion. I hope you keep this in mind.”
There was not a shred of emotion in his voice.
Everyone present felt their blood run cold.
Finally, he turned towards room no. 9 and lowered his head, exaggerating a gentlemanly bow.
As he straightened his body, his gaze fell on the caped boy.
The boy looked at him, his eyes clear and filled with firm determination.
His gaze lingered on the boy for a good while before he finally looked away.
“I hope everyone present has a good time.”
Then, he turned around and left.
After no time at all, the underground casino returned to its former liveliness, as if nothing had happened.
Song Wenqi swirled his wine glass and chuckled, “Brat, you sure caused a lot of trouble with that ability of yours.”
Lu Ning looked at the situation below, and her eyes darkened. “It was you.”
What she meant, was that she was not the one who caused this; it only came to this because he insisted that she come.
Song Wenqi was unangry, the smirk still on his face. “Indeed, it was me.”
He paused for a few moments before speaking again, “I simply love causing trouble.”
The cheeriness in his voice startled Lu Ning.
These glass rooms suspended in the air represented their superiority over others.
And these people came here with stupendous sums of money in order to play the most basic of games, while situations such as the one that had just transpired delighted them to no end—they would swirl their glasses of wine and admire the spectacle below them leisurely. They cared little about why these people were so obsessed, or so aggrieved; all they cared about, was whether the game was fun, and whether the scenes that unfolded were enjoyable to watch.
Previously, when she was also in a lofty position, power and fame were the names of the game. The people around her fawned on each other for the sake of benefits, yet would not hesitate to stab each other in the back; everyone lived their lives behind a mask of lies and deception.
However, when they looked at people who were worse off than them, they would behave all high and mighty. From time to time, they would toss them some donations, gazing at these people as though they were looking at their own playthings.
Lu Ning had long despised their attitude—not to blow her own trumpet about how good-natured she was, but she, at the very least, did not become like them. Despite having to live such a lofty lifestyle, she had hidden herself away to avoid assimilating with the people around her.
Alas, this was yet another place where one’s fortune meant everything.
She could not help but feel a little bitter. In the end, she had become an accomplice in this game which trampled upon and made sport of the unfortunate.
Song Wenqi took a sip of his wine. “Let’s take a break for a couple rounds.”
In the next two rounds, room no. 9—the center of everyone’s attention—did not place any bets, and four million yuan was thrown away needlessly.
However, this did not affect the mood of everyone else in the game.
The venue was still astir with excitement, and bets were still being placed.
Song Wenqi glanced at his wristwatch. “Alright, brat. This is the last round. I’ll send you home after it’s over.”
The lackey beside the monitor had already gone all in when he heard this. He was only waiting for Lu Ning to tell him how many points to bet on.
A new round began at the gambling table, and the dealer’s shuffling was fancy as ever.
After all four cards were placed, the bets began.
In the two rounds where Song Wenqi did not place his bets, the boy at the gambling table had won both games in succession. There was a frenzy at the gambling table as people scrambled to follow his bets.
However, this time, when the people who wanted to follow his bet were looking around for him, there was no trace of the boy; he had disappeared at some point.
These people began to place their bets blindly. When the whistle sounded, they looked up at the large screen; and, unexpectedly, room no. 9 had also made a bet.
However, when they saw the points they bet on, everyone did a double take.
19.5?!