In front of a huge surveillance screen, a middle-aged man dressed in a gray vest was smoking a cigar while speaking to the casino manager, "How do you guys operate to let her win every time?"
Gambling tends toward losses, and even if the Gambling God were alive, he might not really never lose a round.
Besides, how could they, the casino operators, possibly allow everyone to win every time?
If the gamblers won too much, how could they keep their business running?
Hearing the middle-aged man’s words, the casino manager was sweating bullets, "Boss, that young girl is just too peculiar. We didn’t fail to deliberately set traps for her, but she never took the bait. Even when we tampered with the cards, she still ended up winning in the end."
"Oh? Is that so? That’s quite interesting."
Finished speaking, he took a puff of his cigar, then said coldly, "In that case, invite her over. I would like to personally ask her for the secret of her winning streak."
Upon hearing this, the casino manager immediately responded, "Yes, Boss!" Read complete version only at novel[f]ire.net
But in his heart, he was thinking: If there’s someone to blame, it’s your own greed!
He had already warned Zhong Sicheng, in this place, one must know their limits.
Yet his entire party went ahead and never lost from the moment they entered the casino.
It just so happened that these were all big-name celebrities who were not short on cash, so the bets they made were large.
The larger the bet, the more they naturally won.
That night alone, he didn’t know how much the casino had lost.
While the guests were still resting, two vans parked under the hotel where Qianxun was staying.
The security at the hotel was clearly familiar with them. After meeting with the van people, the security received a few cigarettes, then obtained Qianxun’s hotel room card from the front desk, and headed straight for the elevator.
At this time, Qianxun was in her room, cross-legged, absorbing Spiritual Energy.
Due to the broadcast of "I’m a Supermodel," her fan base had been growing, and the amount of Spiritual Energy she received lately had been increasing.
But when Qianxun had absorbed half of the Spiritual Energy, she suddenly heard a flurry of footsteps outside her room.
In that instant, Qianxun hurriedly put away the Jade Glaze, then said to Ruan Mianmian, who was in her original form nestled on the living room sofa of the suite, "Mianmian, someone’s coming."
Though she was unsure if they were coming for her.
Upon hearing Qianxun’s words, Ruan Mianmian was immediately startled awake, but before she could transform, the door to the room was opened with a card swipe.
And the chain hanging by the door was chopped off from the gap with a black cleaver with a loud bang.
Seeing this, Ruan Mianmian instinctively hid in the corner of the sofa.
Just then a cushion fell, covering her tiny, pale body.
At that moment, several young men with tattooed arms walked in.
Upon seeing Qianxun, a glimpse of astonishment appeared in their eyes; they seemingly hadn’t expected their target to be so beautiful.
"Brother Sun, this chick is pretty good-looking," leered a weaselly man at Qianxun. "How about... we have a bit of fun with her before we deliver her?"
Hearing this, the lead youth immediately said, "No! The boss said we have to bring her back in one piece!"
As soon as this was said, those who had just felt an upsurge of violence displayed disappointed expressions.
Then they looked threateningly at Qianxun, "If you don’t want to die, come with us."