The luxurious room in the middle of the third floor is a peaceful place. There is a gambling table in the middle, surrounded by nearly thirty bodyguards, guarding the old man on the chair in the middle. Zhou Hua stands next to him, like a docile sheep. 】
Nothing around this room is open to the public, and the gambling king's bodyguards are all stationed inside.
The human-shaped passage leads all the way to the room where the gambling king is.
Mengdie and Shen Fei walked to the front, and the door was immediately opened by two beauties in uniforms. All the scenes inside appeared in front of Mengdie's eyes.
Mengdie and Shen Fei looked at each other, smiled faintly, and walked in side by side.
The moment Mengdie appeared at the door, the gambling king's aura changed. He was no longer the image of an old man sunsetting over the mountains. Instead, a compelling majestic aura spread in this private room.
Zhou Hua and others all held their breath and concentrated, and their bodies couldn't help but bend down in front of this intimidating momentum.
They understood that this invisible momentum was developed over time by the gambling king in his high position in Macau for a long time.
Mengdie, however, still had a smile on her face and looked indifferent, simply treating the aura as nothing. The same was true for Shen Fei. Speaking of the real aura, he had also felt it in that old man. It's really like substance.
Du Wang's eyes were full of surprise, and he flashed past and asked Mengdie and the others, "Do you know who I am?"
"Is this the Hongmen Banquet?" Mengdie answered the question.
When Du Wang heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter, "Since you know, why do you still dare to come?"
"I've heard of a saying about pulling chestnuts from the fire."
Du Wang narrowed his eyes, "Then you are not afraid of being burned to death?"
"If you don't try it, who will know?"
"So confident?"
Mengdie smiled and asked: "Let's get into the theme. What are you betting on?"
There was a bright light flashing in the eyes of the gambling king. It was strange to be able to be so relaxed and casual in front of him, and there was a feeling that he was not afraid of him at all. This feeling was very strange. He was his biological son. , and cannot do this.
"How do you want to play?" The gambling king's voice didn't show any trace of his old age.
Mengdie shrugged, "It doesn't matter, you can play anything, but you have to think carefully about this bet."