nashuaworldcup Chapter 96 A Stunning Beauty, A Dazzling Opening Remark
Chapter 96 A Stunning Beauty, A Dazzling Opening Remark
The crowd was separated.
An elderly Asian man, dressed in a well-tailored black tuxedo and wearing a monocle, strode over. His hair was neatly combed, and he carried a walking stick, making him look like an old-fashioned British butler.
He is the manager of the "Royal One" casino, and is known as "Uncle Nine".
Uncle Nine's gaze first swept over the captain who was groaning on the ground, and then quickly fell on Ye Cunxin's hand.
To be precise, it landed on the black gold card she was holding between her fingers.
The card was entirely black with gold trim, and a golden scorpion totem was printed in the center, with a real diamond embedded in the scorpion's tail.
Supreme VIP Card.
No more than ten of these cards have been issued in the entire Golden Triangle. Each one belongs to a top tycoon who can determine the economic lifeline of the region, or a representative of a superpower.
Uncle Nine's originally reserved and indifferent face instantly changed color.
That was genuine fear.
He knew all too well the significance of this card. Even if he broke a security captain's leg, or even demolished the entire dock, the boss would only smile and ask, "Does your hand hurt?"
"It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"
Uncle Nine rushed over, his back bent at almost a ninety-degree angle, his face full of ingratiating smiles.
"We didn't know you were distinguished guests. Our servants were ignorant and offended you. They deserve to die, they really deserve to die!"
Qi Tongwei looked at the bowing and scraping old man, said nothing, but gave a cold glance to the white captain who was still kneeling on the ground.
The meaning is clear: This dog is still barking, and I'm not happy about it.
Uncle Nine is a shrewd person; how could he not understand that look in his eyes?
He straightened up, and the smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a sinister and malevolent aura.
"Drag this blind fool away."
Uncle Nine pointed at the white captain on the ground, his tone icy, "Which hand was pointing a gun at our distinguished guest just now?"
The security guard next to him whispered that it was the right hand.
"Then cripple his right hand," Uncle Nine said casually, as if discussing what to eat that night. "Also, he offended our distinguished guest; breaking only one leg isn't enough. Break his other leg too, as a way to entertain our guest."
Upon hearing this, the white captain forgot to scream and stared wide-eyed at Uncle Nine, his face filled with disbelief.
"Uncle Nine! I am..."
"Let's do it!"
Two security personnel immediately rushed up and dragged the white captain into the shadows like a dead dog.
A few seconds later.
"Snap!"
Another crisp cracking sound of bone breaking was heard, followed by an even more piercing scream, before it abruptly stopped.
The world is quiet now.
Qi Tongwei didn't even turn his head, as if what had just happened was nothing more than a trivial matter.
"It was handled reasonably well."
Ye Cunxin toyed with the black gold card in her hand, her tone languid, "Lead the way. I'm not in a good mood tonight, I want to lose some money to clear my head."
"Yes, yes, please come in!"
Uncle Nine quickly stepped aside to make way, bowing even lower. "This is the honor of our 'Royal No. 1'. Tonight, the top-floor VIP box is ready for you, with the best dealers and the best wine. If you wish, this is your palace."
Qi Tongwei, carrying Ye Cunxin, strode through the magnificent golden gate, stepping onto the expensive carpet.
Zhong Kui, who had been following behind, now seemed like a ghost with no presence, carrying the black box and silently following along.
The gate slowly closed.
The dampness, rot, and bloody smells outside were kept out.
Inside, there is another world.
A huge crystal chandelier hung from the dome, casting a dazzling light. The air was filled with the scents of expensive perfumes, cigars, and that adrenaline-pumping smell of money.
Hundreds of gambling tables were neatly arranged, the sounds of slot machines, the clinking of chips, the wild laughter of winners, and the curses of losers intertwined, creating a frenzied symphony.
The moment Qi Tongwei carried the stunning woman in the red dress into the hall, the once noisy casino fell silent for a moment.
Countless gazes shone upon them like spotlights.
Amazement, greed, jealousy, and inquiry.
Ye Cunxin's long, beautiful legs were dazzlingly white under the lights, and her red dress was like fire, like a red spider lily blooming in the abyss of sin.
She paid no heed to the stares, simply resting her head on Qi Tongwei's shoulder and speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Honey, it looks like we're the center of attention."
Qi Tongwei stared straight ahead, a cold smile playing on his lips.
"What we need is focus."
His gaze pierced through the layers of people and landed on the second-floor corridor at the end of the hall.
There was a dark one-way window there.
He could sense that behind that window, a pair of sinister eyes were staring intently at them.
That's the look in a hunter's eyes when he sees his prey.
However, it's too early to draw conclusions about who the hunter and who the prey are.
"Did you bring any money?"
Qi Tongwei suddenly asked a question.
Ye Cunxin pulled out several thick checks from the deep V-neck of her dress as if by magic, stuffed them into Qi Tongwei's shirt pocket, and casually patted his chest muscles.
"Losing is fine."
She smiled like a bewitching concubine who brought ruin to the country, "I lost everything, so I'm leaving you here as collateral to pay off my debts."
Uncle Nine, who was leading the way, stumbled upon hearing this and almost fell.
This isn't a gambling place.
This is clearly an invitation to the King of Hell.
"Sir, Madam, this is the private elevator." Uncle Nine wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and pressed the elevator button.
The elevator doors opened.
The reflections of the three people were mirrored in the stainless steel car.
Qi Tongwei put Ye Cunxin down.
The moment her feet touched the ground, Ye Cunxin swayed, seemingly unable to stand, and fell into Qi Tongwei's arms.
"Oh dear, my legs are weak."
She said coquettishly.
Qi Tongwei reached out and supported her waist, gently tapping her side three times with his fingers.
That's a code.
That Uncle Nine is suspicious. He has calluses on the web of his right hand; he's a skilled gunman.
Ye Cunxin blinked in his arms, a sly glint in her peach blossom eyes, and drew a circle on his chest with her finger.
【Understood. Where did Zhong Kui go?】
Qi Tongwei glanced back.
The elevator was empty.
The deadpan figure carrying the black box had disappeared sometime ago.
"bite."
The elevator reached the top floor.
The door opened.
An even stronger atmosphere of extravagance swept over us.
But beneath the fragrance, Qi Tongwei detected a faint scent, one that only those who had spent years on the battlefield could detect.
That smelled like gun oil.
"Welcome to Heaven."
Uncle Nine stood at the elevator door, making a "please" gesture. His smile was somewhat stiff, and his single eye, which wore a monocle, gleamed with an unfathomable light.
"Or... hell."