Ning Fan casually cracked a joke; naturally, the entrance ticket was the chip with the lowest denomination.
"Haha... You don't really think you can keep playing with just one chip, do you?"
As if hearing sothing unbelievable, the bald man burst into laughter, and the people present joined in.
There were even several won of grandmother age who openly invited Ning Fan to scrub steel wool.
Ning Fan ignored these casual remarks and replied seriously, "Why not? Maybe my luck will be great today."
"Perhaps we should call you Lucky Boy."
The bald man joked, "Leon, give our lucky gentleman an entrance ticket."
Soon, a twenty US Dollar chip and a business card appeared in Ning Fan's hand.
"If you need anything, feel free to co find . My friends."
Saying this, if he hadn't been staring at the two won with a predatory look, the bald man might still have seed decent.
Ning Fan chuckled and said, "I don't want to be friends with soone like you."
"Oh! Really?"
The bald man's eyebrow raised, looking even more nacing, "No one has ever dared to refuse the Fabio Family's friendship."
The three words "Fabio Family" seed to have a strange magic power, and the once lively scene beca suddenly silent.
Many people looked at the bald man with a hint of fear in their eyes.
"Isn't there now?"
Ning Fan shrugged and gestured for Mary and the others to enter the casino.
"Interesting Chinese kid."
The bald man chuckled, his gaze turned unbelievably cold, "Damn yellow-skinned pig, you're only fit to wash dishes in Chinatown."
"Leon!"
"Boss, any orders?"
"Keep an eye on them."
The bald man said to the lady beside him, "They are beauties, aren't they?"
"Of course. We will definitely take good care of you."
The lady giggled, well aware that the two won from earlier would be with her tonight.
As for that man…
If he's lucky, maybe find him in a trash bin.
If he's unlucky, Las Vegas has never been a benevolent place.
…
"Vivian, looks like you'll be busy tonight."
Upon hearing this, Vivian queried, "Busy with what?"
"Killing."
Ning Fan felt murderous upon hearing that insulting word,
Sure enough, the bald man was bound to seek death tonight.
Vivian said indifferently, "I thought you had more to say. Just a few pests."
"Hey. Is it really okay to talk about this in front of a lady?"
Mary complained with displeasure, but her tone showed she wasn't overly concerned.
Having beco a ghost, especially after eting Ning Fan's group, Mary's nerves had strengthened quite a lot.
Killing people didn't seem like a big deal to her.
Instead, Ning Fan was sowhat looking forward to tonight's events.
No choice, the world changes too fast.
One mont there's Blood Clan Werewolves, then Taoist Cultivators, now even Divine Spirits have appeared.
Dealing with these non-humans, how could there not be pressure?
Especially with Alice's disappearance, the pressure turned into anxiety.
Ning Fan, already filled with anger, saw this as an opportunity to relax and adjust his mindset.
"If you love courting death, I'll send you off."
Ning Fan shook his head, then grinned, "Let's raise chaos everywhere."
"Who to kill?"
Vivian's eyes flashed with viciousness, her gaze turned to the lady present with anticipation.
As long as Ning Fan gave the word, she'd definitely rush to seize jewelry.
Whether past or future, Vivian's experiences could only be sumd up in one sentence.
"Mine, mine, all the world's treasures are mine."
"What are you thinking!"
Noticing the violent aura emanating from Vivian, Ning Fan smacked her on the forehead, "It's just a taphor, okay?"
"Vivian, we are ladies. Leave fighting and killing to the n."
Mary laughed, pulling Vivian to her side.
"Makes sense."
Ning Fan laughed heartily, squinting at the chip in his hand, "Let's set a small goal first, like winning a billion."
At this mont, there ca a barely audible snicker.
Instinctively, Ning Fan searched for the source; the laughter ca from a Chinese girl in a dress.
The girl was eyeing Ning Fan's group with a teasing look.
But the Chinese woman beside her, in a fiery red cheongsam, seed to realize their behavior was rude.
She smiled and nodded, silently apologizing for their earlier disrespect, then left with the bodyguards.
"They say the quality of people travelling abroad is bad, seeing really is more convincing than hearing. Dressing like this really embarrasses us Chinese."
"Speak less, just mind yourself."
"This kid does have so skills, though a bit poor, born with a slick and handso face, he even managed to hook two foreign ladies, that's so credit to our nation."
"Where did you learn all this gibberish, seems like you're itching for trouble."
"No, please, sister."
…
"Co on. Handso and dashing, that's what I am, not so slick face."
Ning Fan shook his head, disgruntled, "So young and already blind."
Mary asked puzzled, "Who's blind?"
"So sharp-tongued gossip behind people's backs."
Ning Fan grumbled in discontent, still a little upset about being called slick-faced.
"Was it those two won who went in just now?"
Vivian's hearing was not much lesser than Ning Fan, she too heard those two won's whispers.
Seeing Mary ready to ask more, Ning Fan quickly changed the subject, "Don't talk about that. Let's go in."
The simplest way to destroy a person is to lead them to earn quick money.
And the best way to earn quick money is gambling.
After experiencing overnight wealth, one only sinks deeper, eventually falling into despair eternally.
This is why, knowing the harms of gambling, people still flock to it like moths to a fla.
How many broken families are proof of this.
In Las Vegas, a city built on the the of gambling.
Most people naturally co here for gambling.
Las Vegas is like a gold-swallowing beast crouching in the desert, devouring streams of gamblers.
So people co with the fantasy of getting rich overnight, only to leave penniless.
So can differentiate between gambling and recreational fun, leaving gracefully without caring about wins and losses.
However, such people are rare.
The lively scene in the casino lobby is a testant to the prevalence of gambling.
There are no gentlen in fine apparel, no ladies of refined manners,
There's only one identity here—gamblers.
No matter how well one disguises the bearing, how indifferent they appear.
Winning ans winning, losing ans losing.
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