If the money arena within Sihang Golden Palace was a vast whirlpool of mortal dust, a mire of the world, then Ling Xingjian was one who walked beyond the whirlpool and above the mire. They existed in different times and spaces, with no communication or interaction whatsoever. None of the turmoil could touch her, leaving her spotless and immovable.
But Shi Tiexin was the other extreme.
He had already soaked himself in the mire, planted himself within the whirlpool, and was practically about to dive headfirst into the deepest sludge, because he was simply having too much fun.
"Bet! Bet! Bet!"
Around a long gambling table, countless gamblers screamed madly.
There were seven gamblers at the table, but no one looked at the other six. Everyone was watching only one person: Shi Tiexin.
Shi Tiexin sat beside the table. Before him, everyone seemed small and powerless, ugly and detestable. He was like a god of gambling, and the entire casino was his domain. A mountain of chips stood before him, and amid the gamblers' wild roars, Shi Tiexin casually shoved them all forward. "Big."
"Ohoho! He bet everything again!"
"This guy knows every kind of Gambling Arts! He's nearly played through the entire place!"
"He started with just one ten-dollar chip, and now he's won two hundred million!"
"Damn, this is too thrilling! This guy's either insane or legendary! Open! Open! Open!"
"Open! Open! Open!"
Everyone began roaring.
The dealer slowly revealed the answer—big.
"Ohoho!"
"He won again!"
"Gambling God! Gambling God!"
The chips before Shi Tiexin grew from a small hill into a medium-sized mountain.
Before long, the medium-sized mountain became a great mountain.
Countless bunny girls surrounded him, eagerly serving him tea and water, helping him exchange his chips for larger denominations again and again. In the end,