"Go get A-Man!"
Ma Guan took a deep breath and clenched his fists tightly.
Today, he had really run into someone formidable.
He had previously investigated the backgrounds of these girls. By all rights, there was nothing particularly unusual about them.
They could even be called children from ordinary families. The richest among them only had a family-owned paper mill and assets worth a few million.
Compared to people like them, they were worlds apart.
Yet it was precisely such families that had led to someone like Zhuang Xin.
He had never even heard of him.
"Boss, you wanted me?"
The young man named A-Man wore a white suit. His fingers were long, and his face bore a gentle smile.
"You know my health isn't good. This young friend is playing a little too big, and I'm afraid I won't be able to take the excitement. Help me out. Whatever you lose, I'll cover it..." Ma Guan spoke vaguely, then got up and sat to one side.
That was what he said on the surface, but Ma Guan was sneering inwardly.
He had met this A-Man three years ago on a gambling ship.
His gambling skills were nothing short of divine.
Since meeting A-Man, Ma Guan had learned a few basics himself.
That was how he had been able to trick girls, drive them into bankruptcy, and leave them drowning in debt to him.
He did not care much about this little bit of money.
The main thing was that, at their level, they had long lost interest in so-called young models and celebrities.
Instead, girls like these who had just started their own businesses were their favorites.
"And this is?" A-Man narrowed his eyes as he looked at Zhuang Xin. His slender fingers swept nimbly over the playing cards, and the cards immediately blossomed like flowers.
Zhuang Xin gave them an indifferent glance and finally understood why Ma Guan had summoned this young man called A-Man.
With the Super Gambling Technique and the background of the Disciple of the God of Gamblers—
He had the eye for it. When an expert made a move, one could immediately tell whether they had the goods.
That seemingly ordinary flourish just now had clearly been honed through countless repetitions.
"Deal?" Zhuang Xin stood up, picked up a bottle of red wine nearby, and poured himself a glass.
Seeing Zhuang Xin's excessive confidence, A-Man somehow began to feel nervous.
He did not know where that feeling came from. He only felt that this air about Zhuang Xin seemed familiar.
But he could not say where he had seen it before.
"Since it's a game, you've already played cards just now. How about dice instead? We'll bet on high or low." Skilled with dice, A-Man naturally would not use his weakness against another's strength.
"Dice... whatever. How about a hundred million? No, add another ten million. One hundred and ten million per round. Anything less isn't worth my time." Zhuang Xin drained his wine in one gulp and let out a burp.
A-Man gritted his teeth and fell silent.
One hundred and ten million per round? The stakes were far too high.
When he had first come in, he had thought they would play at most a few hundred thousand or a million per round.
"Boss Ma..." A-Man turned around, not daring to make the decision on his own.
The amount was simply too large.
"Play! It's only one hundred and ten million. Think you can scare me? I can afford it."
Ma Guan gripped the wineglass in his hand, his gaze turning cold.
Zhuang Xin was practically climbing onto his head. In his own territory, this guy still dared to be so arrogant?
These were all old friends here. If he did not teach Zhuang Xin a lesson, would he not become a laughingstock afterward?
"Fine! But let's make this clear first. Win or lose, I'll only play five rounds."
This was A-Man's rule, and it had never changed.
Whether on gambling ships, in casinos, or at other private card games, it was always the same.
"Bring out the dice!"
Ma Guan immediately had someone bring the dice over.
Zhuang Xin looked at the three dice on the table, smiling as he scooped them up with one hand before setting them down again.
A-Man did the same. Their confrontation had lasted only an instant.
A moment later, Zhuang Xin revealed three sixes in his dice cup.
A-Man's expression changed.
The second round was still three sixes.
Even A-Man's hand holding the dice cup began to tremble.
The third round was still three sixes!
Fine beads of cold sweat seeped from A-Man's forehead.
None of his earlier composure remained.
Forget five rounds.
He did not even dare reveal the fourth round.
In front of Zhuang Xin lay three checks.
Each was for one hundred and ten million, totaling three hundred and thirty million.
"Open it. This is the fourth round."
Zhuang Xin opened his first. Three sixes!
Unchanging as ever.
Every round was three sixes.
Under Zhuang Xin's fixed gaze, A-Man's prized gambling skills proved completely useless.
Whenever he tried to cheat, Zhuang Xin would stare fixedly at the instant he made his move, forcing him to withdraw his hand again.
Yet he had never noticed Zhuang Xin cheating.
A lift of the hand, a drop of the hand—without the slightest hesitation!
The fifth round!
Once again, three sixes!
Ma Guan's expression had become ugly, utterly bloodless.
In just ten minutes, he had lost five hundred and fifty million. No matter how rich he was, he could not withstand losses like that.
This was practically his entire fortune.
If they continued playing, he would have to mortgage his own businesses.
Those were his lifeblood. How could he bear to put them up?
"Friend, leave some room for others. Let's call it a day." Ma Guan slumped on the sofa, unable to even hold his wineglass steady.
"Leave some room for others?" Zhuang Xin looked as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
When Qiu Qi and the others had been set up here, had Ma Guan ever spared her? When he had forced five girls into gambling debts, had he ever considered leaving some room for others?
"Boss Ma, I hear you're Juncheng's food and beverage tycoon. Is that true?"
"Of course!" At the mention of food and beverage, Ma Guan regained some spirit.
Zhuang Xin asked again, "Then, Boss Ma, do you know Zhu Zuo?"
Zhu Zuo!
A real estate tycoon. Most of Ma Guan's businesses rented properties from Zhu Zuo, so how could he not know him?
"I'll give you two choices now. First, in the hotel lobby, you toast these five girls and apologize to them in front of everyone. Then we'll call this matter settled. I'll take the money, and neither side will owe the other anything!"
"That's impossible! You've already won five hundred and fifty million, and you still want me to apologize in the lobby?" Ma Guan's chest heaved violently. This was going too far! It would have been one thing in a private room, but the lobby had so many guests. If he really did that, how could he ever show his face again?
"Oh? You're unwilling?" Zhuang Xin smiled. "Then the second choice is for you to come find me tomorrow and publish an apology in the newspaper. I'll bring reporters over and let everyone see what kind of man Boss Ma is."
Hearing the second condition, Ma Guan's face likewise darkened, and his gaze gradually turned vicious. "I refuse both conditions. I had intended to let you take the five hundred and fifty million and call this matter settled! But now it seems you don't know when to quit! You won't be taking this five hundred and fifty million today, and as for an apology, keep dreaming!"
Smack!
Ma Guan slapped the table, and more than a dozen bodyguards immediately rushed in from outside.
Zhuang Xin did not care in the slightest. He shrugged and said, "If Boss Ma is unwilling, forget it. I won't take the money. But tomorrow, even if you kneel and beg me to take it, I won't."
Stretching lazily, he walked over, took Qiu Qi and the other four girls by the hand, and headed outside.
Since he had not taken the money, and Zhuang Xin's background clearly did not seem simple, Ma Guan did not force him to stay.
He merely watched him leave with a cold sneer.
Kneel and deliver money tomorrow? Who did this brat think he was?
(Please send some recommendation votes, everyone. The number of bookmarks has gone up quite a bit, but recommendation votes are pitifully few...)
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