The onlookers immediately cast subtle glances toward Leng Yiyao.
This woman, dressed in a black gown and wearing a veil, actually knew the owner of this casino?
Zhai Mu, seeing the respectful stance of the man in white, suddenly smiled with deep meaning. It seemed that today’s casual stroll had not been a waste of time.
Leng Yiyao subtly shifted her posture, taking in all the gazes around her. Then, she smiled slightly at the young man in the white robe. “Lead the way.”
At the same time, the two foreign gamblers, who had been quarrelling fiercely over accusations of cheating, were now being “politely” escorted upstairs by security guards. The other seven gamblers at the table had initially planned to leave but, seeing the situation unfold, hurriedly followed along. Their faces barely concealed their excitement. Though their gambling session had been interrupted, who wouldn’t feel as if they had stumbled upon an incredible opportunity—the chance to meet the legendary owner of the casino?
He was none other than the famed Gambling King!
More than two-thirds of the city’s casinos belonged to him!
Rumors said he wasn’t even thirty yet, yet he had amassed wealth that others couldn’t spend in a hundred lifetimes!
Even the royal family had to show him respect—what chance did ordinary people have?
But… he was said to be highly elusive, rarely showing his face in public. So why had he suddenly appeared today?
With curiosity guiding their steps, the group quickly followed Leng Yiyao upstairs.
As they reached the second floor, they realised that the decor here was on a completely different level from the grand main hall below.
If the first-floor casino was all about opulence and luxury, then the second floor embodied refinement and understated elegance. Every detail was meticulously crafted—exquisitely carved ornaments, priceless paintings, and lush greenery placed with the utmost care. Perfection was present in every corner.
At the end of the corridor, two men dressed in black stood silently at the door. Their strong physiques and vigilant expressions made it clear that they were perpetually on high alert. Their eyes swept over the approaching group, and after confirming that no one was armed, they gave a slight nod and opened the door.
At that moment, Leng Yiyao distinctly heard the collective breath of everyone around her hitch slightly. The next second, the room was illuminated by soft lighting, revealing a spacious and lavish interior.
A lone figure sat on a high stool, slowly turning his head to look toward them.
It was like a classic film scene playing in slow motion—under the warm glow of the lights, the man’s face gradually came into full view.
The first thing that caught the eye was his sharply defined nose. His long, narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, and upon closer inspection, one could see that his irises were lighter than most people’s, resembling the color of chocolate under sunlight. Yet within them flickered a light—one so piercing that people instinctively averted their gazes, as if staring too long might make them shrink back in fear.
Except for Leng Yiyao.
She held his gaze, unwavering.
Her eyes slowly traced the contours of his strong jawline before finally settling on a scar near his brow. That single scar only added to his enigmatic aura.
As she looked at his face, now fully illuminated by the lights, she seemed to hear a soft thud in her heart.
Suddenly, she let out a lazy smile and closed her eyes briefly.
Xi Le’s gaze lingered on her for a moment. His fingertips curled slightly in his palm, and for a fleeting second, his lips parted, as if about to say something—his expression even seemed momentarily dazed.
However, as his gaze shifted past her and landed on Zhai Mu, every trace of emotion vanished, as if swept away by the tide.
He didn’t spare another glance in Leng Yiyao’s direction but instead turned his attention to the two foreign gamblers who were still held by the guards.
“What happened?”
His voice was deep, like golden sand polished by sunlight—calm yet carrying an irresistible weight. A chilling air instantly spread through the room, sending a shiver through everyone present.
Silence fell over the room. The two quarreling foreigners instantly turned pale.
It was as if the sheer force of his presence had stolen their voices, leaving them unable to speak.
Xi Le never repeated himself. Without another word, he turned and took a seat on the sofa.
At the same time, the man in white suddenly stepped forward and, without hesitation, kicked each of the foreign gamblers, sending them sprawling to the floor. His face remained utterly indifferent.
“The master asked you a question. Are you deaf?”
“I-I was blinded by my loss. I thought he was cheating, but…” The bearded man trembled, trying to sit up, his voice panicked as he explained.
“He already got searched! This is nothing but slander! He lost and blamed me for it! I wasn’t cheating! Everyone can vouch for me!” The other gambler, who had been shouting downstairs just moments ago, was now shaking so badly that his legs nearly gave out. Still, he forced himself to speak in a hoarse voice.
Everyone knew this casino belonged to the Gambling King, but it was unheard of for him to personally oversee disputes.
Why had he appeared today, of all days?
Thinking about what had happened to past cheaters caught by the casino, the bearded man’s teeth began to chatter.
It felt as if he had been plunged into an ice cave.
He knew. He definitely knew!
His pupils dilated in terror as his entire body trembled uncontrollably…
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