She had ¥500,000 at her disposal. It wasn't much in places like these, but it was enough to get her a seat. And once she was inside, Lingquan would handle the rest.
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. "So, tell me—how exactly are you planning to help me cheat?"
The black cat gave her an exaggerated stretch. [Oh, simple things. Card counting, slight probability shifts, maybe nudging the dealer's hand if they get too lucky. The usual.]
Qingran's lips twitched. "You make it sound so easy."
[Because it is,] Lingquan purred. [With me, you're practically a goddess of fortune. The only real challenge is not making it obvious.]
The car slowed as they neared their destination. The gambling den wasn't marked by flashing signs or gaudy decorations. Instead, it was tucked between sleek glass skyscrapers, its entrance a discreet, polished doorway guarded by two suited men.
