One Wave Has Yet to Settle
After finally catching his breath, Sun Fatty turned around and said furiously, "Ptooey, ptooey! I'm telling you, Chaka, I'm not gay!"
Fortunately, the black man's sweat reeked so badly that it cleared his head, almost saving him from doing something he would regret for the rest of his life.
"I'm not gay either. I like women, so stay away from me."
Chaka Abuluta waved his arm with an equally disgusted look. If they hadn't been friends, he would have loved to beat this disgusting fat bastard black and blue.
"Really? We can't take pictures?"
Ximen Dong, who was carrying a DSLR camera for no reason, gazed regretfully at the two men. He had missed a great shot, so he once again looked at Annie, the blonde woman, with utmost sincerity.
"Sorry, you can't!"
Though the blonde, blue-eyed female floor manager's face had gone pale while saying this, she still firmly rejected Reporter Ximen's request once again. Rules were rules; they couldn't be broken.
She had nearly been disgusted to death by Chaka and Sun Fatty just now. One was black and the other was fat. This job was simply too difficult.
The female croupier was a little slow as she took out the chips, and she exchanged a glance with the floor manager.
Three consecutive explosions at thirty-five times the odds was unusual luck, so it was inevitable that they would become suspicious.
Annie turned sideways and pressed down on her earpiece as she whispered, "Table 31, roulette. Please verify it."
The casino ceiling was packed with countless surveillance cameras. Their density was outrageous, with at least one covering nearly every square meter, leaving nowhere for anyone's every move to hide.
A moment later, a reply sounded in her ear.
"Everything is normal!"
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