Setting a Trap

Throughout history, two industries had endured for thousands of years without ever collapsing.

One was gambling, and the other was adult entertainment.

Every year, Shanghai City cracked down hard on both industries. The crackdown had been especially fierce in previous years, and truly "professional" clubs had become few and far between. The handful still holding on were not places ordinary people could afford to enter.

Only Big Shots like Huang Yicong had the means and connections to go in and save wayward Little Sisters.

The other clubs that had shut down, having lost their own turf, generally clung to major hotels to barely survive. (Keep it quiet. I don't tell just anyone.)

Casinos were much the same. Their locations were even more secretive, some hidden in private villas. Ones set up inside hotel buildings like this belonged to people with connections and confidence. Ordinary people could search their whole lives and never find the door.

Xu Guang had been down and out for years. Without an acquaintance to lead the way, he would never have found a place like this.

After arriving on the nineteenth floor, they still had to pass verification at the front desk. Beyond it lay the paradise that made countless gambling addicts so excited they wanted to settle down there.

The moment they entered the main hall, the stench of smoke mixed with alcohol and perfume rushed into their nostrils.

The hall had been created by connecting several rooms. Different games occupied different areas. Sensual, tall female servers carried drinks between the tables, and there were even blonde, blue-eyed foreign beauties.

To Xu Guang, who had seen Macau casinos with halls stretching beyond sight and packed wall-to-wall with gamblers, this place was fairly modest. But mainland China was mainland China, after all.

There were not many