Sitting at the table were five people, each with the deanor of a boss, glancing dismissively at the suddenly arrived Mr. Jin before losing interest.
Mo Qian had specially disguised himself tonight, with long black hair and a half mask. It was completely contrary to his usual deanor, like a bewitching figure out of a comic book.
The only constant was his uniquely elegant and charming aura.
Because the woman beside him ntioned she’d never seen him with long hair, he used this thod to satisfy her curiosity.
The result unexpectedly amazed Ji Wei.
The only person at the gambling table whose gaze lingered on the two of them was Yamamoto Yu.
His eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, were locked onto them, causing Ji Wei’s palms to break out in a sweat.
From the mont she first saw that Yamamoto Yu was sitting at the gambling table, Ji Wei felt her heart skip a beat. What a coincidence—they had searched for a long ti in the hall, not expecting Yamamoto Yu to be hiding here!
Sitting at the sa table to gamble cards with him next made Ji Wei worry they might be exposed.
Perhaps even Yamamoto Yu wouldn’t have guessed that the distinguished and handso Mr. Gu would disguise himself like this. Although he felt a shred of familiarity from the two in front of him, he retracted his gaze after a few seconds.
Mo Qian sat down in the only available seat, with Ji Wei standing nervously by his side.
"Mr. Jin, these are your chips, a total of ten bets." The beautiful dealer at the table (the card dealer at the casino) pushed a pile of gleaming chips in front of Mo Qian, explaining, "Each round starts with a million bet. Enjoy your ga."
Ji Wei couldn’t help but click her tongue.
In one round, there could be at least a million in wins or losses. Even with a fortune of billions, one couldn’t endure such swings.
She had never seen Mo Qian at the gambling table before and didn’t know how his luck would fare, only able to anxiously watch a table full of wealthy people push money away as if it were picked up from the ground, raising the bet, then raising again.
Mo Qian appeared composed and calm, the youngest at the table, with others generally showing disdain towards him.
They thought this fearless young man playing with them would soon lose everything and be crying for his parents.
However, reality has a way of slapping you hard.
At the end of the first round, Mo Qian didn’t win or lose, while Yamamoto Yu won fifty million.
As the second round began, it was as if Mo Qian had activated a cheat, directly winning the biggest hand, eighty million.
This shocked the faces of several big shots across the table.
They initially wanted to make money off this kid, but ended up losing even more themselves.
As ti ticked by, the chips in front of Mo Qian piled higher and higher, indicating his growing winnings. Ji Wei went from initial worry to delight and excitent.
She had only seen in movies how the big shots gambled, always thinking that those labeled as gambling gods were exaggerated—such people couldn’t possibly exist.
Tonight, however, opened her eyes wide, seeing just how formidable her husband was at the gambling table!
The Indian businessman across from them was down to his last pitiful bit of chips, and Yamamoto Yu hadn’t gained any advantage either, having only won the first hand. All subsequent good luck had been commandeered by Mo Qian.
At the end of the fifth round, Mo Qian raised his hand to check his watch, "Sorry, it’s ti for the dinner, I must leave. You all continue playing."
With that, he pushed his chair back and stood up.
"Trying to run after winning?" barked the Indian businessman, who stood up suddenly, his face cold, losing until his eyes turned red.
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