Got, Got, Got, Got, Got, Got, Got, Got, Got!

Located in the deepest block of Hell's Kitchen stands a massive club.

This is the Maggia's core asset, churning out staggering wealth for them day and night.

Even in the early hours of the morning, the place remains brightly lit and bustling with noise.

Outside the club's main entrance, a dozen gangsters stand guard openly, the bulging outlines of firearms at their waists clearly visible.

As soon as Du Mu approached the entrance, two of them reached out to block his path.

"Routine check."

"Fine."

Du Mu did not resist, allowing the gangsters to scan his entire body with a metal detector.

After all, his equipment and items were all stored inside his game inventory.

"No problem, go on in."

Du Mu nodded and stepped into the roar of the crowd.

The interior of the club is vast, with all kinds of entertainment areas fully equipped.

Du Mu scanned the room and headed straight for the liveliest casino area.

Behind every gaming table stands a sexy dealer dealing cards, their necklines precariously low, while the surrounding gamblers stare with wide eyes, unsure if they are looking at the cards or the cleavage.

Du Mu found an empty seat and sat down, and the dealer behind the table immediately flashed a professional, charming smile.

"Sir, what would you like to play?"

"Fight the Landlord."

"..."

The dealer's smile stiffened: "I'm sorry, we don't offer that game."

"Big Two, then?"

"No."

"Surely you have Tractor?"

"No!"

The dealer was so angry she felt a lump in her breast; was he looking for trouble on purpose?

Du Mu curled his lip: "Boring. Then I'll bet on Big or Small."

"Very well, sir."

Finally hearing a familiar game, the dealer immediately returned to her business smile, picked up the dice cup, and began shaking it rapidly.

Du Mu's eyes widened instantly, his gaze tightly following the swaying... dice cup in front of the dealer.

So bouncy, ah no, what fast hand speed!

A dozen seconds later, the dealer stopped shaking, set down the cup, and asked: "How many chips would you like to bet, sir?"

"All-in, of course! Betting Big!"

Du Mu threw out a single chip with great bravado!

Dealer: "..."

He dares to call a single chip an all-in?

This chip was one Du Mu had swiped from another gambler; the degenerate gambler hadn't refused at the time, so he surely wouldn't mind.

Following this, the sexy dealer lifted the cup to reveal the three dice: five, five, and six.

Sixteen points, Big!

The dealer's expression remained unchanged, assuming Du Mu had just gotten lucky—nothing unusual in a casino.

She efficiently pushed two chips toward Du Mu.

"Congratulations, sir. Would you like to continue?"

"Of course!"

Ten minutes later.

"De-de-de-de-de-de-de-de-de..."

Du Mu hummed a lighthearted tune while sipping a cappuccino.

By now, a small mountain of chips had piled up in front of him, worth at least several hundred thousand US dollars.

[Skill: Blessing of the God of Gamblers' Apprentice]

[Description: Your gambling skills have reached the pinnacle; you are virtually unrivaled at the casino.]

[Evaluation: Back in the day, Chan Daozai turned 20 dollars into 25 million. It shouldn't be a problem for you to turn 200,000 into 5 million, but please remember: the money won cannot be spent and must be used for charity, otherwise, it will bring bad luck.]

With this skill, Du Mu's gambling prowess was only slightly inferior to the God of Gamblers.

It was a pity there was a powerful debuff attached to it; otherwise, the name at the top of tomorrow's rich list might have changed.

"...Sir... are... are you continuing?"

The dealer's voice trembled noticeably, cold sweat beading on her forehead.

Fifty consecutive wins—this could no longer be explained by luck. She had encountered a master!

"Of course!"

Du Mu nodded.

The sexy dealer took a deep breath and began to shake the dice cup frantically.

To distract Du Mu, she even deliberately lowered her neckline a little further.

The shaking lasted for a full five minutes, making Du Mu's eyes sore, before it finally stopped.

"All in! Triple!"

Without a second thought, Du Mu pushed all the chips in front of him into the center.

The dealer swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as she slowly lifted the cup.

Six, six, six!

A triple!

The chips multiplied dozens of times in an instant!

Instead of panic, a miserable smile of relief appeared on the dealer's face as she silently pulled out her phone to start picking out the color of her coffin.

Losing tens of millions of USD in one night—it would be a mercy if the Maggia didn't chop her up to feed the dogs.

Just then, a burly man in a black suit walked up to the gambling table, his gaze cold as he looked at Du Mu.

"Sir, please come with me."

"What? Want to welch on the debt now that I've won?"

Du Mu didn't back down at all, suddenly raising his voice and instantly drawing the attention of the surrounding gamblers.

The burly man's mouth twitched.

They were gangsters, sure, but they had to maintain the casino's reputation on the surface, or who would dare to play here in the future?

Suppressing his temper, he whispered, "You've misunderstood. It's just that the amount at this table is too large. Why not move to the VIP room with higher stakes?"

As long as they could take Du Mu away alone, the guy would be theirs to do with as they pleased.

"No need."

Du Mu waved his hand, a playful smile on his face. "If you don't want me to keep playing, that's fine too. Just pay me one hundred million USD right now, and I'll stop immediately. How about that?"

The burly man looked absurd. "You might as well go rob a bank!"

Du Mu feigned surprise. "How did you know I was going to rob you?"

The burly man: "???"

Before the words had even faded, Du Mu suddenly pulled out an exaggeratedly styled golden Desert Eagle, his mouth curling into a wild arc.

"Everyone, hands in the air!"

"This is a robbery!"

Deep inside the club, in a secret private room.

The Russian brute nicknamed Hammerhead sank comfortably into the sofa, his massive head particularly eye-catching, while his large, hairy hands kneaded two dealers without a care in the world.

"Hammerhead, have you considered the terms I proposed?"

Sitting opposite him was a man in black-rimmed glasses, who frowned slightly as he watched Hammerhead's brazen actions.

Hammerhead didn't even lift his eyelids, his tone filled with disdain. "Wesley, have Kingpin come talk to me himself."

"Mr. Kingpin is very busy, but he has fully authorized me..."

"Then there's nothing to talk about!"

Hammerhead's attitude was extremely arrogant, showing no regard for Wesley or the Kingpin behind him.

Wesley's eyes narrowed behind his lenses. "I heard a Demon Gang has popped up recently, ruining several of your deals. If we reach an agreement, we would be happy to provide assistance."

"Don't you bother!" Hammerhead interrupted viciously. "That damn Demon Gang—I'll deal with them myself!"

"Their leader seems to have considerable strength. Relying on your side alone, I'm afraid..."

"So what!"

Hammerhead slammed his massive head with a dull thud and grinned hideously. "Even bullets can't pierce my skull! A mere Demon Gang wants to take down the Maggia? It's a massive joke!"

"Let me tell you! In this territory of Hell's Kitchen, no one dares to provoke the Maggia!"

"And no one can afford to provoke the Maggia!"

"No!!"

BANG—!

The private room door was slammed open!

A subordinate rushed in, panicked, and shouted, "Boss! It's bad! O-outside... someone is robbing the place!"

Hammerhead: "???"