At Haojiang International Deep Water Port, a huge luxury cruise ship is like a dormant beast, quietly docked at the pier.
At the boarding gate, a red carpet winds down and extends along the stairs to the pier. On both sides of the red carpet, there are two bodyguards standing guard every ten meters, and there are more than ten people wearing black suits outside.
Bodyguards wearing white gloves joined hands to form a human wall, blocking a group of tabloid reporters outside.
"Let us in! We have interview rights!"
"Who is the God of Gamblers? Tell me who is the God of Gamblers?!"
"Mr. Bodyguard, say something, say whatever you want!"
The reporters all talked about their own things, like a group of newly hatched chickens, each with their mouths open, eager for bugs to be put into their mouths.
They tried to struggle, made routine protests, and even deliberately pushed forward to try to break through the blockade.
However, these bodyguards were not vegetarians. Their bodies were tense and as hard as stone piles. They opened their hands to keep them out.
Several luxury cars drove over from the other direction and stopped in front of the red carpet. The doors opened and five or six people got out one after another. The leader was an old man with gray hair and a thin body.
He was wearing a straight suit, a coat draped over his shoulders, his hair was meticulously styled, and the round eyes on his face gave him a hint of bookishness.
However, even with this trace of bookishness, this old man gave people a very bad feeling, especially the way he looked at people, as if he wanted to see through them.
The receptionist had been waiting here for a long time. When the old man appeared, he hurriedly greeted him.
"Mr. Chen."
The visitor is none other than Singaporean gambling king Tan Jincheng.
Chen Jincheng nodded and said nothing.
The person next to me took a step forward, nodded briefly in greeting, and whispered to the receptionist. The receptionist then stepped back and extended his hand to make a gesture of invitation.
Chen Jincheng and his party walked onto the red carpet and walked slowly towards the cruise ship. The two bodyguards quickly followed, guarding them in front and back. The scene was really majestic.
The tabloid reporters suddenly became excited. No matter who this old guy was, these two steps alone could fill an entire page.
They hurriedly raised their cameras, the sound of clicking was heard endlessly, and the flashes connected instantly as if they were free, causing many people to squint their eyes.
Here we were chasing and taking pictures, and there was another car driving over there.
It turns out to be a gambling king competition. Naturally, the guests are not just the God of Gambling and the Gambling Demon. Qualified people from all over the world can participate.
Their screening conditions are actually not high. As long as they have three million US dollars in chips and pass the preliminaries, they can directly enter the Gambling King Competition and have a seat.
Those who come to participate are naturally very ambitious, hoping to win the championship in one fell swoop and gain both fame and fortune. However, those who know the inside story know that this seemingly lively and fair world competition is actually just a stage for a duel prepared for two people.
As well-dressed gentlemen from all walks of life boarded the boat one after another, the convoy did not appear again for a long time. Just when the reporters were getting a little upset and ready to give up.
A convoy of more than ten luxury cars drove over slowly.
After the motorcade stopped, a large number of bodyguards in black filed down. They quickly gathered around the silver-white Rolls-Royce in the middle, surrounding it with a firm and vigilant posture.
The reception party had received the news in advance, and under the leadership of a mustache, more than ten people came quickly.
"Mr. Gao, welcome."
"Deer Village, long time no see!"
The two of them smiled and reached out to hold each other. The mustaches did not exchange too many greetings. They bowed their heads slightly and saluted, extending their hands in a gesture of invitation.
A group of people walked towards the cruise ship. Only a small part of the bodyguards behind them followed, while the rest stayed behind to add to the bodyguard team that was almost reaching its limit.
As the group of people disappeared on the deck, the ladders gradually separated, and the cruise ship started quietly, slowly leaving the dock and heading towards the deep sea.
Gao Ning held A Hong in his arms and stood on the upper deck, looking down at the entrance ceremony of the God of Gamblers. Strong men from Suning's Unit 701 disguised as bodyguards were guarding him on the left and right.
"Is this the legendary God of Gamblers Gao Jin?" A Hong asked with some interest.
"Yes! He is not well-known in Asia. He mainly operates in places such as Las Vegas and South America, but he is indeed Asian!"
When saying this, Gao Ning also felt a little emotional.
This era is the era when white supremacy is rampant. There are these abnormal-minded fanatics in America, Europe and even Australia.
Under such circumstances, Gao Jin was able to gain a firm foothold and make a name for himself. He was indeed no ordinary person.
According to the intelligence of Unit 701, the title of God of Gamblers is not only popular in Las Vegas, but also in many countries such as Mexico, Brazil and even South America.
In addition to several world-class gambling cities paying tribute to the God of Gamblers, some small families who run casinos or have ideas in the casino business will also go to great lengths to please him.
So money is everywhere for the God of Gamblers.
It is precisely for this reason that a large number of gamblers regard him as a god and chase him crazily.
In future generations, he will be considered a top traffic celebrity.
On the only way that Gao Jin and others must pass, Chen Jincheng led a group of people to wait for a long time.
As the two sides gradually approached, Chen Jincheng showed a warm smile on his face and said loudly: "Mr. Gao, long time no see!"
Gao Jin smiled back, and without stopping, he led the people over.
The smile on Chen Jincheng's face felt awkward for a moment, and then disappeared.
A young man with pigtails next to him frowned: "Godfather, this guy is so crazy!"
Chen Jincheng chuckled: "It's understandable that you become famous at a young age, feel proud of yourself, and be more loyal and demeanor. If you could stand in his position, you could be so crazy!"
After saying that, Chen Jincheng turned around and left with the others.
Although he is known as the Gambling King of Singapore, in the gambling world, no matter his name or status, he cannot be compared with the God of Gambling.
His influence is only in Singapore and can radiate to Southeast Asia at most, but the God of Gamblers can radiate all over the world.
This was also the reason why he tried so hard to confront the God of Gamblers head-on.
As long as he can defeat this undefeated guy, even if he only wins one round, he can step on him and rise to the top, taking his reputation to the next level.
For people like them who play in casinos, reputation is money. As long as your reputation increases, no matter where you go, there will be people rushing to give you money.
In the final analysis, it comes down to two words: fame and fortune!
All the contestants arrived, and after the organizer gave everyone half an hour to rest, everyone became anxious, and in the spacious hall that had been decorated, they announced the official start of the Gambling King Competition.
