It was eight o'clock.
The casino hall.
Almost every gambler and staff member in the outer area had turned to look this way. Everyone was baffled by the casino manager's attitude.
A small business?
Give their boss some face?
Let this young man spare them?
No one could imagine that the manager and employees of Macau's unquestionably largest casino would say such things. It was simply staggering. Regular visitors to the casino had basically all seen this manager before; some had even spoken with him and witnessed all sorts of incidents in the casino, so they knew something about how the casino handled matters. Yet today, not a single person could make sense of it. What was wrong with this perpetually stern-faced manager today? Since when had Macau Casino become so low-key?
"Who's that guy?"
"He's so young?"
"Don't know him, Brother Hu?"
"I haven't seen him either. Seems like he's never been here."
"Ask the dealer. Little Li, what's going on?"
"Uh, I don't know either. I don't recognize that young man."
Quite a few people nearby began discussing it, pointing toward Dong Xuebin and the others. Many gambling tables had stopped as well, with everyone looking over.
They all looked utterly confused.
Only Dong Xuebin understood what was going on.
It had to be because of the time he had gone to the Gambling Ship with Zhang Longjuan and the others not long ago. He had won quite a bit that time... well, a whole lot—roughly over a billion yuan. He had made quite a splash, nearly winning an entire gambling ship dry. With so many people there, along with surveillance cameras and the like, getting a picture of him would have been easy.
He had probably been put on file by a lot of casinos. No wonder