Finally Found You - ◆ Casino Upset

A black Mercedes sped along the bustling streets of Macau. Zhang Xiao was driving, with the latest popular music playing inside.
In the back seat, Meng Can closed his eyes to sober up. Perhaps because he hadn't drunk alcohol for a long time, the sudden drink gave him a headache. He frowned, closed his eyes, and pressed his thumb, index finger, and middle finger to his temples.
"Come here and give me a massage!" he instructed Zheng Jiaqi, who was admiring the fleeting street scene outside the window.
"Huh?" Zheng Jiaqi didn't understand his sudden instruction, but seeing his somewhat tired expression, she realized and said "Oh." She obediently stretched out her two small hands and pressed them against his temples, gently massaging them.
Because she was sitting sideways, it was awkward no matter how she sat, and her arms were very tired. After massaging for less than a minute, her arms were sore. Meng Can then had her sit facing him, straddling his lap.
She did as he said, but the position was a bit strange and looked rather ambiguous. Because the car roof was low, when she sat on his lap, her head was already touching the roof. Afraid of hitting her head, she tried to press her upper body down, basically lying in Meng Can's arms. They could hear each other's breathing and heartbeats, and her face felt a little hot.
Meng Can kept her eyes closed, enjoying her service.
Zheng Jiaqi suddenly remembered what He Qiaoyun had told her yesterday, and combined with their conversation during dinner, she guessed that his identity was not simple. Should she try to please him? But how should she do so?
"Are you tired? Let me massage your shoulders." She said, placing her hands on his shoulders.
Her deliberate attempt to please him piqued the man's interest. He opened his eyes, bent his index finger, lifted her chin, and teased, "Remember to be this proactive next time we go to bed."
One sentence made Zheng Jiaqi blush. There were other people around, how could he not know to be behind their backs? She rolled her eyes, got off his lap, and sat down next to him without saying another word.
"If anything goes wrong later, take her and leave!" Meng Can said to the driver, Zhang Xiao.
Zhang Xiao wanted to decline, but hearing the person behind him say, "Don't cause me any trouble," he swallowed his words and replied, "Yes." After all, he had witnessed Meng Can's skills; even five of them combined couldn't defeat him. His presence would truly be a burden. He himself was fine, but there was a delicate little girl—his mistress, who seemed to be very favored. He couldn't afford to offend her if she got hurt. And as they say, his mistress has a keen eye; this girl is truly beautiful…
Zheng Jiaqi didn't understand Meng Can's meaning and quickly pressed him for an answer. The latter then adopted an attitude of "ask me whatever you want, I'm just ignoring you," which almost made her feel so frustrated that she wanted to vomit blood.
The words "鼎盛" (Ding Sheng, meaning prosperous) are formed by neon lights and are displayed on a rather uniquely shaped building. This is a bustling downtown area, with cars and people everywhere. It's not night yet, but one can imagine that the street scene after dark will be ablaze with neon lights, a vibrant and lively spectacle!
Meng Can and his two companions arrived at Dingsheng and headed straight for a VIP room on the second floor.
Zheng Jiaqi doesn't gamble, but at least she's seen movies. She knows that everyone who comes here is quite wealthy; no one without some money would dare to come to this kind of money pit.
As she walked up the stairs, she looked down at a corner of the first floor. There were many people—Chinese, foreigners, Black, White, and Asian—playing cards, dice, and gambling machines. Several people were gathered around a table or a machine, all dressed in glamorous, jewel-encrusted attire. The whole hall gave the impression of a game played by the upper class—luxurious and decadent.
She looked at her clothes, which weren't much different from theirs. Could she be considered to have entered high society? She had to admit that this glamorous appearance made her lose sight of reality.
The three entered the room and saw the group of people from before drinking tea at the table. When they saw Meng Can come in, they greeted him.
Meng Can pulled Zheng Jiaqi to sit down beside him and went straight to the point: "Where is the expert?"
“On the first floor,” one of them, Lao Xu, replied.
The group then left the room. In the lobby on the first floor, there was a table with four or five people around it. Old Xu pointed to one of them, a man with yellow skin, slicked-back hair, and a small braid: "That's him, he's Japanese."
Meng Can looked at the man, narrowing his eyes, feeling a sense of familiarity. He couldn't quite place where he'd seen him before, but he was certain he had.
He held Zheng Jiaqi's hand, looked around, and vaguely sensed that something was wrong. He gave Zhang Xiao behind him a wink.
Zhang Xiao nodded in understanding.
Meng Can walked to the table where the expert was, had Zhang Xiao take some chips, and joined the game.
He wanted to see who this guy was.
Zheng Jiaqi couldn't understand it, and all she could do was follow Meng Can.
To be honest, Meng Can's gambling skills were terrible, and he didn't really like gambling; he basically lost every game. He spent the whole time observing the expert.
Gradually, fewer and fewer people remained at the gambling table, leaving only the expert and Meng Can. Meng Can lost stack after stack of chips, totaling tens of millions. Zheng Jiaqi watched with bated breath, sweat beading on her forehead. Every time the dealer announced the outcome, her heart skipped a beat. This was real money, unlike anything seen in movies. She had never seen so much money in her life; the entire village didn't have that much. The village chief's chicken farm, worth about 200,000 yuan, wasn't even worth as much as a small round card on the table.
Seeing that she was covered in sweat, Meng Can asked a nearby waiter for some tissues to wipe her down: "Are you hot? Why are you sweating so much?"
Zheng Jiaqi shook her head, nudged his arm, and whispered, "Let's go." Doesn't he feel bad about spending so much money?
Meng Can didn't respond to her. The dealer announced the results, and he lost again. He had lost all his chips. The expert opposite him looked at Meng Can, shrugged, and said in fairly fluent Chinese, "Sir, it seems your luck isn't so good tonight."
Meng Can said nonchalantly, "I've always had bad luck. How about we try something different?"
The expert humbly said, "Please enlighten me, sir."
"How about I bet my life on your two hands?" Meng Can leaned back in his chair, looking at the person opposite him with a lazy and unhurried attitude.
These words caused an uproar. Everyone knew that the "Sheng" casino was a dark and bloody place, with all sorts of bets. If both parties were willing, anything could be used as stakes, from assets and shares to human organs, and no one dared to get involved. They had heard that some people had risked their lives here before, and today was the first time some of them had witnessed such a spectacle, so they naturally wanted to watch the show closely.
Meng Can remembered where he had seen this expert before. One year, he accompanied Wan Jingchuan to visit a casino in Japan. This guy was the casino's top expert. At that time, Wan Jingchuan wanted to recruit him, but he failed.
They seemed to have only met once and had no prior conflict. Judging from his aggressive demeanor today, his purpose was definitely not just to win money. Moreover, a master like him is certainly not short of money.
If it's not about winning money, then it's about causing trouble!
While throwing out the bait, Meng Can also became more vigilant.
"This is such an interesting betting game, I'd like to join in. I wonder if you two could give me this opportunity?" Judging from the voice, it sounded like a foreigner, with very poor pronunciation. It drifted out from behind the crowd of onlookers. When the speaker was seen, it turned out to be a black-haired, yellow-skinned Asian, possibly Korean or Japanese.

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