Allen Zhang glanced at the black door guarded by several security personnel, wisely turned around, and went back downstairs. Sieg and Bailey also took a round and came back to the lounge area.
"How does it feel?" Allen Zhang asked the two about their impressions after their experience here.
"The croupiers are not good-looking at all," Bailey responded.
Allen Zhang was somewhat speechless, "I was asking about the atmosphere, who’s asking about whether the croupiers are good-looking?"
"Playing around here costs several dozens to hundreds of US Dollars. I exchanged 200 US Dollars and lost it all quickly, not much fun. A squad leader just came to offer me a free membership card, but I refused," Sieg said.
Blitz’s voice rang out, "Once you get a membership card here, the next time you come, you’ll be targeted by facial recognition big data, their usual trap. They’ll know exactly how much wealth you have, give you a Programmed Card, let you win some and lose some, get you hooked until you are completely cleaned out."
Old Mike also said, "There’s a motel nearby, you can stay there temporarily tonight. We’ll get there in the late night, and the mission will officially begin tomorrow."
Allen Zhang took out his phone and looked at the building map generated by the program. He already had a clear understanding of the place’s layout and had everything in control – the main hall, the accountant’s office, smoking area, dining area, gaming machine area, second-floor VIP section, hotel rooms, and the security room.
There’s also a shopping area, where you can use your chips to directly exchange it for cash or expensive items; in the raffle area, there’s even a Lamborghini parked.
But all three of them had exchanged 200 US Dollars each, won some and lost some, were now all cleaned out, and didn’t even want to spend another cent here.
Lose money here today, make money here tomorrow. There is honor among thieves.
"I’ve handed over the mission ticket."
Allen, Sieg, and Bailey left through the back door.
"Hey! Boss! How was it playing here?" Just after the three left the back door of the casino and took a breath of fresh air, Lanni jumped out from a corner, enthusiastically greeting them.
Allen Zhang looked at her in surprise, "Have you been waiting here for us the whole time? Not going to work?"
"Weren’t we agreed that there was a special segment?" Lanni said with eagerness.
Bailey quickly refused, "If I’d known earlier, I definitely wouldn’t have said those things to you."
"This is legal business, the cops wouldn’t care," Lanni replied discontentedly.
Allen Zhang contacted Old Jack to inquire whether all the teenagers he had found were...?
Old Jack replied, "It’s pretty cheap, you can get away with a few hundred dollars. They are paid to do the job, and they don’t know who I am."
Allen then simply let Bailey handle Lanni’s private matter, whether by spending money or doing something else, just to make sure she doesn’t keep pestering him.
They found a motel with Sieg, and checked into a room without registering their names.
Listening to the sobbing and crying noises coming from next door, Allen Zhang sat on the single bed somewhat speechlessly, "The soundproofing of this room is just too bad."
Sieg indicated that he was already used to it, with nothing to fear as a bachelor, he just went to sleep.
Feeling a bit lonely, the General Sect Leader simply took out his phone and started a video chat with Jennifer, chatting until late into the night.
Not until Jennifer began to feel sleepy and couldn’t hold on did Allen Zhang suggest she go to sleep too.