His skin was pale, and his short black hair was all slicked back, revealing a full forehead and prominently defined brows and eyes. Between his slender fingers, he held a cigarette, with its entire visage enshrouded in the misty smoke. In this murky environment, he exuded an air of dim mystery.
He turned his head slightly and whispered a few words to the black-clad figure behind him.
The man in black nodded and quickly went downstairs following the order.
...
At the gambling table, less than half an hour had passed, and Qian Ruize's front was already a mountain of chips.
All lost by Li Chao.
People around were eagerly egging them on:
"Boss Qian is really lucky tonight!"
"He's making a fortune!"
"Let's play another round!"
Qian Ruize did some calculations: from the initial one million, he had now made three million, tripling his money.
This Li Chao was indeed a profligate son, even wilder than he had been before.
And yet, he was unsatisfied. "The last round."
