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The manager felt a chill in his heart. This woman was very well-informed; few people knew about this news, so how did she find out No matter how puzzled he was, he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he smiled slightly and said, "Miss, you are indeed well-informed. The God of Gambling and Mr. Field have a gambling session today which just started. If Miss wishes to play with the God of Gambling, she would have to wait until he finishes this game."
The white-clothed woman raised her eyebrows with a smile on her face as she moved her slender hand to brush her long hair. "What a pity. May I enter and watch"
"This... "
The manager frowned in difficulty, observing the woman's gestures and mannerisms. She appeared to be an extremely formidable figure with keen eyesight; if she were allowed to gamble in the casino for half an hour, who knew how much money would vanish.
He secretly appraised her: tall and slender, dressed simply in a white shirt and black pants with sports shoes, loose-fitting clothes that didn't look fashionable. Around her waist was a silver chain hanging down a pink diamond pendant. Her outfit couldn't be identified by brand, perhaps something from the street market, but this pink diamond was undoubtedly of excellent quality; anyone familiar with gems could instantly tell its worth and origin.
She always wore a smile, soft and harmless, showing no signs of aggression, like an aristocratic young lady getting to know the world of gambling. The manager had seen many things in his line of work, yet he'd never encountered such a woman before.
A beauty like her should be sheltered.
"Alright!" After much consideration, he finally agreed to her request and led her to the VIP room where the God of Gambling was gambling with Mr. Field.
The white-clothed woman's lips curled into a wolfish smile.
Highborn and feral.
The VIP rooms in the casino are not underground; this underground casino is connected to a 68-story hotel. The hotel and the casino belong to one owner, with another casino starting from the 60th floor.
It caters exclusively to influential figures and renowned personalities within the gambling world.
There's no access to the 60th floor from ground level; there are elevators downstairs that require specific passwords, ensuring strict security measures at every step.
When the manager led the woman up to the 65th floor, nobody noticed them. The spacious area of nearly two hundred square meters was occupied by over fifty people, including a row of international accountants tasked with verifying gamblers' assets, a row of lawyers, and other significant figures in the gambling world, both male and female, who had been invited to witness this game.
The Gambling King of Las Vegas has been making waves recently. He's an American man from California aged 28; three years ago, he won the championship title at a Las Vegas tournament, earning him his nickname. He is skilled in any form of gambling and handles himself with remarkable finesse and intelligence.
The most crucial factor about him is his youth—making him the youngest Gambling King ever in Las Vegas. In the casino world, he reigns supreme, unmatched by anyone. A few months ago, he challenged Japan's Gambling King to a match on international waters, which the latter lost and committed suicide by seppuku.
Hearing about this incident piqued the interest of European Gambling King Fields, who invited him for another game. Originally planned in Europe, it was relocated at short notice to London’s most famous underground casino.
As she sat down, her gaze shifted toward the center of the casino floor.
The two gambling kings were seated at opposite ends of a round table. A best-of-three would determine the winner.
The first round was roulette (European version), followed by dice rolling for the second round, and finally Blackjack.
When she sat down, the European roulette had already been played; Las Vegas's Gambling King held a slight lead. The next game involved rolling dice to see who could roll the lowest number, which seemed to be an almost certain outcome.
It will certainly be Field, the European gambling king, who wins.
She had reviewed the information and knew that throwing dice was Field's specialty. The woman seemed uninterested in how they were gambling; her gaze swept around the casino, noticing that each entrance and exit was guarded by bodyguards brought along with them.
Especially at the windows and doors, there were seven or eight people who looked like professional assassins, their attire and tension too familiar to her. Besides these supposed killers, there were also the casino's security guards. The two gambling kings' bodyguards, numbering around twenty in total, were dispersed behind them, providing complete protection.
People of this caliber had offended many, so they always brought a group with them when going out, being very afraid of death.
A smile once again flickered at the corners of her lips.
No matter how嚴密他們的防護，也是徒勞無功。
Field won in the second round of dice rolling, resulting in a draw.
The final game was Blackjack.
This single round would decide everything.
Her gaze fell on them, her eyes reflecting a hint of boredom. She was a very principled person and thought if they wanted to compete, let them do so without affecting her work. Originally, she had planned to act after seeing their outcome, but it was simply too boring.
As she turned her wrist to make her move, suddenly, her eyes narrowed as she glanced towards the window direction. She had reviewed the building diagrams of the surrounding structures and knew that there were several buildings over 70 floors nearby; a hundred meters away from this casino was another equally tall building.
If there's a sniper...
I wonder if they were too confident, as the curtains are actually drawn open. If there's a sniper on the other side, their standard target would be the gambling king of Las Vegas... She is exceptionally sensitive to her surroundings and danger. Based on her judgment, there's someone at the window across from them, and it's a professional killer with a high risk level who wants to take the life of the gambling king of Las Vegas.
The woman’s smile became even softer.
When she works, she doesn't want anyone to get in her way, so as not to cause unnecessary harm. Therefore, naturally, she wouldn’t interfere with others' affairs as long as they don't affect her; this is professional ethics.
The people present were all highly tense.
This was because the outcome of the competition would soon be known, and this was their last round.
Both parties were professional gamblers who remained very calm. Winning or losing was a daily occurrence for them.
To cultivate to an invincible level, one must have experienced countless losses.
Everyone anxiously watched the table, except for the professional killers, who diligently protected their charges. The woman's lustrous eyes sparkled with mockery; at such a distance, it was impossible for them to detect any danger.
A faint sound shattered the air and came through the empty space. She frowned slightly, her smile returning as she heard the shattering of glass followed by a precise bullet entering the gambling king's forehead...
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