The lavish nightscape, assembled from famous sights around the world, was intoxicating enough from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the upper levels to make one unable to look away.
But inside the gambling hall,
everyone's eyes were fixed on the black-haired young man who had won two rounds in a row and pulled a huge pile of chips into his possession.
At this moment, everyone felt differently.
As regular patrons of this casino, they were exactly the sort of people the Imperial Empress had described—people with fifty million US Dollars in annual post-tax income and more money than they knew what to do with.
Ibaier and Jia Nan De Gu were both quite astonished. With the eyes of seasoned players, they could naturally tell that
the black-haired foreign youth seemingly did not know how to play cards at all. The assistant beside him had been explaining the rules to him the entire time.
But just when the two had regarded him as a fat fish here to give away money, Ibaier, who had intended to win a large sum from him in the seventh round, had been unexpectedly beaten by a Straight Flush and lost back everything he had won.
That impression was immediately shaken.
Could he have been setting this up? Was his initial clumsiness all an act for this moment?
Both Ibaier and Jia Nan De Gu could not help thinking so as they watched the black-haired youth, who had shown no change since sitting at the table apart from the rise and fall of his chest beneath his black suit.
The calmness he possessed, so unsuited to his age, made it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Unlike the two Top Tycoons, the casino was clearly much more panicked.
The employee named Donier had even started sweating