Holding his breath underwater was one of Ye Chen's strengths. His opponent had impressive lung capacity and could last longer than most people, but compared with Chinese kung fu, he was still a joke.
In less than two hours, Ye Chen had won 20 million Beli. The gambler Haydon had put on an impressive showing too, but neither of them had challenged the other.
"Hey, kid! Interested in a wager? All the chips you've got!"
Ye Chen was wandering through the casino when a burly man called out to him. The man had a full head of white hair.
It had not turned white with age; he had been born that way. He was around thirty-five or thirty-six, with a huge bulbous nose, a broad face, a wide mouth, and a spider tattoo on his forehead. He looked vicious and had an imposing presence, but Ye Chen calmly glanced at him as if nothing were wrong. "How many chips do you have, and what are we betting on?"
The man was called Thomas. He pointed toward Simmons, the woman Ye Chen had saved earlier.
"I've got 30 million. Heh, you know what I mean. Let's see which of us gets to sleep with that woman. What do you say? Dare to try?"
Simmons heard every word. Trembling all over, she hurried back several steps, her face drained of color.
Here, no one cared whether you lived or died. The weak had no freedom or dignity. Anyone could use them as a stake in a wager, and resisting would do them no good. Everything here followed the law of the pirate world: the strong preyed on the weak.
"Not interested."
Ye Chen shook his head and turned to leave, but not before adding, "Beast."
"What did you say? Say that again