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Night fell.
Liufeng, the Crocodile, and Poisonous Madness had all gone out on business. Mo Ming, dressed casually, left without a hurry. He hailed a taxi at the door and directly stated his destination: "Sanhe Entertainment City!"
Sanhe Entertainment City was an establishment under Hong Gang, overseen by Mourning Lion. Mo Ming had learned from the news trickling in from the Underworld that Mourning Lion often frequented Sanhe Entertainment City for entertainment.
"Arrived at Sanhe Entertainment City!" The taxi slowed to a stop, and the driver turned to Mo Ming.
Mo Ming quickly glanced at the fare on the taximeter, pulled out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket, and generously said, "No need for change!"
The taxi driver expressed his gratitude, saying, "Young man, you are really generous!"
Mo Ming didn’t waste any more words with him. He got out of the car and looked up at the colorful sign that read "Sanhe Entertainment City." The place was luxuriously decorated, reminiscent of a palace or castle in Europe, exuding a sense of grandeur.
At the entrance, the Welcoming Lady wore her signature smile as she watched Mo Ming approach, as if she had seen a god of wealth. She bowed deeply and said, "Welcome! Please come inside, Boss!"
Seeing her enthusiastic welcome, Mo Ming didn’t forget to pull out some cash and hand it to the Welcoming Lady. She accepted it with joy and no hesitation, saying, "Thank you for your generosity, Boss! I wish you a great time today!"
Upon entering Sanhe Entertainment City, a beautifully dressed waitress approached with a smile and asked, "May I ask if Boss is here to drink or to gamble?"
People who came to Sanhe Entertainment City generally fell into two categories: those who came to indulge in pleasures and those who came to gamble. Knowing that Mourning Lion liked to hang out in the casino here, Mo Ming replied to the waitress, "Of course, I’ll gamble first and then drink! Hehe, once I win some money, you’ll definitely get your share!"
The waitress smiled and nodded, saying, "Then let me wish you good luck in winning big right away! This way please, Boss!"
Mo Ming followed the waitress into the elevator. She pressed the button for the fifth floor. The elevator doors slowly closed as it began its ascent.
Upon reaching the fifth floor, the Waitress made a gesture inviting them in and led Mo Ming to the left, pushing open a luxurious door. Inside, the atmosphere was lively, filled with the sounds of gambling devices; some people were cheering, others sighing, and some were cursing loudly. The noise was chaotic and quite jarring.
Mo Ming took out a tip and handed it to the Waitress, smiling as he said, "Alright, this is your tip; no need to guide me any further."
The Waitress said nothing more, accepted the tip happily, and left.
Mo Ming surveyed the casino before exchanging thirty thousand in cash. The man at the exchange counter looked down at Mo Ming with disdain upon hearing the amount he wanted to exchange. Mo Ming noticed the contempt in his eyes but chose to ignore it and took his thirty thousand in chips before leaving.
The man at the exchange scoffed, "This poor kid must be desperate. Planning to gamble thirty thousand for a stroke of luck? I bet by tonight, he'll be leaving in nothing but his underwear!"
Sanhe Entertainment City was on par with Las Vegas casinos; not only locals came here for fun and to try their luck, but many wealthy foreigners also frequented this place. It was essentially a playground for the rich. While there were people like Mo Ming who exchanged thirty thousand in chips, they were rare—typically only two or three would come each month hoping for a lucky break.
For those who harbored hopes of striking it rich overnight, there was only one outcome: winning big at first but eventually losing everything until they were nearly selling their underwear. Clearly, the man at the exchange had seen many such individuals and found amusement in Mo Ming's fate.
Holding his thirty thousand in chips, Mo Ming wasn't in a hurry to place bets; instead, he continued to look around the casino for Mourning Lion's presence. Unfortunately, it seemed that Mourning Lion was not there tonight.
"Forget it; once I win some more money, Mourning Lion will naturally come looking for me. I can't be bothered to search for him," Mo Ming thought as he redirected his attention towards Sic Bo.
A game had just concluded when a bald old man holding a young and beautiful Girl began complaining loudly, "Are you cheating? When I bet high, you roll low; when I bet low, you roll high. Are you playing me?"
The Girl posed playfully and smiled sweetly, "Boss, our Entertainment City would never cheat! With your wealth, losing such a small amount shouldn't hurt too much, right? Keep playing! You look great; I'm sure you'll win big later!"
The Bald Old Man was indeed wealthy and unafraid to spend money for entertainment. Seeing his alluring Little Fairy, he kissed her passionately and tossed out one hundred thousand in chips with a grin. "Little Fairy, I believe your words! Tonight, I'm going to win big! Small! I refuse to believe you won't roll a small one!"
“Boss, you are definitely going to win this!”
The woman was clearly trained in the art of extracting money in Entertainment City. She knew that the old man was having a bad luck tonight, yet she sweet-talked him into gambling as if she had honey on her lips. However, it was a case of one willing to bet and the other willing to lose; many wealthy people came here just to have some fun, and winning or losing didn't really matter to them.
A new round of Sic Bo began.
The dealer covered the dice cup with a glass dome, securing it tightly with a clasp, then pressed the lever three times in succession, causing the dice to bounce inside the glass dome. The "Please Place Your Bets" sign lit up on the table, signaling the start of betting.
“Customers, hurry up and place your bets! If you miss this chance, there won't be another! Look carefully at what you want and place your bets quickly; if you guess right, you could become rich overnight!” the dealer shouted.
Customers rushed to place their bets. Some experienced gamblers noticed that the Bald Old Man was not having good luck. Seeing him bet on small numbers, they decided to bet against him and placed their bets on large numbers instead. The Bald Old Man saw that he was the only one betting small and cursed, “A bunch of idiots think they can suppress my luck? Hmph, just wait until I make you lose!”
Just as the Bald Old Man finished speaking, thirty thousand in chips fell from above, landing on the small section. The Bald Old Man glanced gratefully at Mo Ming: “Not bad, kid. Following me, you're sure to win!”
“Ha ha, then I'll take your good fortune!” Mo Ming laughed heartily a few times.
The dealer rang the bell to indicate that betting had closed. After calling out “Open” in Chinese, he lifted the cup and announced, “One, two, three! Small!”
“No way! He’s lost over thirty times in a row; could he be turning lucky now?” those who had lost exclaimed in disbelief.
The Bald Old Man laughed heartily: “See? Kid, following me is definitely the right choice!”
Mo Ming remained silent, retracting his chips and quietly waiting for the next round.
Many people stubbornly refused to back down and continued to go against the Bald Man. He bet small, and everyone else bet big; Mo Ming also put all his chips on the big side.
"Young man, if you don't follow my lead, you're definitely going to lose. I advise you not to wager such a large amount!" The Bald Man said with a cold laugh, unsure if he was mocking or genuinely warning.
Mo Ming shrugged nonchalantly and replied, "Winning or losing doesn't matter; what's important is having fun!"
"Let’s go!"
The cover was lifted, revealing four fives!
The crowd of big bettors erupted in cheers, shouting, "Tsk tsk, unlucky people are just unlucky. They happened to win once, but their bad luck is still here! Good thing I was smart enough not to bet with him; otherwise, I would have lost everything tonight!"
"Damn it, it's just one round lost! Twenty thousand, I'll consider it a gift to you all. Next round, I'm betting small again; I refuse to believe in bad luck!" the Bald Old Man said angrily. "Come on, let’s keep betting tonight; I don’t believe I’ll keep losing. I have plenty of money!"
...
You really can't ignore luck when gambling; those who are unlucky will inevitably lose everything. The Bald Old Man kept betting small but consistently got big results. In the end, whether he lost all his money or just found it uninteresting, he directly took the Little Fairy and went off to enjoy himself.
Mo Ming had also earned three million in chips. With those three million, he went to play Pai Gow. Being skilled in gambling techniques, he quickly won over ten million in chips through Pai Gow.
"Sir, you now have over ten million in chips. If you wish, you can enter our VIP Casino," a Beautiful Lady whispered with a smile in Mo Ming's ear.
Mo Ming pocketed his over ten million in chips and stood up, saying, "Of course! The stakes here are too low; it's not interesting. If I'm going to gamble, I want to gamble big. I'm hoping for an overnight fortune!"
Beautiful Lady said lightly, "In that case, please follow me, sir!"
Mo Ming remained silent and followed Beautiful Lady into a room. She opened the door and gestured for him to enter, saying, "Sir, please come in!"
As Mo Ming stepped inside, he immediately spotted someone—Mourning Lion!
"I was wondering why I hadn't seen Mourning Lion all night; it turns out this guy has been hiding in here playing cards. Haha, I was planning to win some more money to draw him out, but now I finally have the chance to face him directly!" Mo Ming thought to himself with a smirk.
Noticing that a card game was in progress, Beautiful Lady whispered to Mo Ming, "Sir, please wait a moment!"
"Alright."
Mo Ming nodded slightly and glanced at the people in the room: three men and one woman. Contrary to his nickname, Mourning Lion did not appear fierce at all; he looked somewhat like those CEOs—dressed elegantly and quite handsome. However, Mo Ming could see a menacing aura in his eyes that ordinary people lacked.
Among the other two men, one was middle-aged, graceful in demeanor, dressed in a black suit with an excellent temperament. The stakes on the table were considerable, yet he remained calm and composed. In contrast, the younger man seemed to lack confidence; Mo Ming noticed his hands were constantly fidgeting with nervous gestures.
The only woman present was dressed seductively with long, shiny black hair and an oval face. She appeared extremely composed; it was clear just from her appearance that she was a strong woman.
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