Evil God Cultist, Come Quickly!

Li Qingshan took Little Fatty and followed behind Cheng An, soon arriving at the first basement level.

The view suddenly opened up. The space spanned a full thousand square meters and was bright as day.

Dozens of gambling tables of all sizes stood around, each surrounded by quite a few customers.

"Business is this good?" Li Qingshan raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Hehe, the customers here aren't just from Luoying Territory. Gamblers from several nearby cities also like coming here to play."

Cheng An rubbed his hands together, his professional habits acting up again.

"Boss, interested in playing a couple rounds first?"

"What do you think?"

Li Qingshan gave him a flat look, making Cheng An shudder and immediately sober up.

"I spoke out of turn! The stairs to the third basement level are right ahead. This way, Boss."

Cheng An slapped his own mouth as he walked ahead to lead the way.

Before long, the three of them passed through the casinos on the first and second basement levels and emerged from the stairwell.

Outside the stairwell, a pair of large iron double doors blocked their path, with two burly men in black standing guard before them.

Cheng An took the initiative to step forward, bowing and scraping as he said:

"Gentlemen, these are regular customers of mine. They want to take a look at the third level tonight. Sorry for the trouble, please open the door."

The men in black swept their gazes over Cao Shaoyu, pausing briefly on the machete in Li Qingshan's hand.

However, they said nothing and directly pushed open the iron doors.

Whoosh!

A wave of noisy clamor instantly surged out from behind the doors.

Li Qingshan frowned and followed Cheng An into the third basement level.

Compared to the upper two levels, the