"Now, let's try to settle this today." Yang Ming wasn't willing to stay here all the time. There were still things at home that hadn't been settled yet.
"Okay …" Wang Mei nodded and dialed the phone number that the casino staff left for her.
Soon, someone answered the phone. Wang Mei carefully asked in English, "Hello, I'm Zhang Jiefang's family. Our people have prepared the money. What should we do now?"
The other side of the phone said a few words. Wang Mei nodded after listening. After a while, Wang Mei hung up the phone and said to Yang Ming, "Brother Yang, they want you to go to the South City Casino now. After you arrive, look for Manager Smith of the security department."
"Okay, I got it. You wait for me here." Yang Ming noted it down and was ready to depart.
"Ah? I'm not going? "Wang Mei originally thought that Yang Ming would bring her along.
"It's dangerous for you to go. I still have to take care of you. You just wait here for the news." Yang Ming couldn't figure out what the South City Casino was planning. Was it purely for money or something else?
Wang Mei listened to Yang Ming's words and knew that Yang Ming was talking about something important. If she went, she would be a burden. Yang Ming still had to take care of her safety.
After leaving the hotel, Yang Ming got into a taxi that was waiting at the entrance of the hotel. He told the driver the name of the South City Casino. Although Yang Ming saw the address of the South City Casino in the information, he wasn't familiar with Las Vegas. Even if he told Yang Ming the name of the street, Yang Ming couldn't find it.
"Sir, are you going there for fun?" The taxi driver listened to the address that Yang Ming reported and smiled. The South City Casino had an unspoken rule. Every time the taxi delivered a guest, he would get a reward of ten dollars. Therefore, the taxi driver was very happy and chatted with Yang Ming.
In fact, many entertainment industries and hotels had similar rules. If the taxi delivered a guest, they could get a reward.
"Okay," Yang Ming didn't want to say anything more to the taxi driver, so he just responded indifferently.
"Know your limits. Don't go too far. Know when to stop." The taxi driver also saw that Yang Ming didn't want to talk much, so he just reminded him. He didn't think too much about it. He just thought that Yang Ming was a foreigner and wasn't very good at conversing in English, so he didn't talk much.
"Thank you." Yang Ming thought that this taxi driver's character was not bad. However, his warning was of little use to real gamblers.
If gamblers listened to advice, there wouldn't be so many broken families in the world.
The scale of the South City Casino was very large, even larger than the Douglas Hotel. Yang Ming paid the fare and got out of the car, coldly sizing up the magnificent building.
Looking at the big words "SOUTH CITY" that were shining with the brilliance of neon.
South City, South City, South City Casino? Yang Ming frowned. This name seems familiar. Where did I hear it?
When he entered the casino, a waiter greeted Yang Ming enthusiastically, "Sir, do you want to exchange chips?" Yang Ming was unfamiliar. These waiters basically knew the VIP members of the casino. Looking at Yang Ming's appearance, he was like a tourist who came to play temporarily, so they asked him directly if he was here to exchange chips.
"I'm looking for someone." Yang Ming said, "Is Mr. Smith here?"
"Mr. Smith?" The waiter was stunned, then he remembered that Mr. Smith, the manager of the security department, had already told all the receptionists at the front desk before that if someone came to him, they should take him directly to the security manager's office. So the waiter smiled and said, "He is here. Please come with me."
Yang Ming didn't say anything. He just nodded and followed behind the waiter. They entered the casino, passed through a long and narrow staff passage, and came to the door of an office. The waiter knocked on the door, and a deep male voice came from inside, "Who is it?"
"Mr. Smith, there is a guest looking for you," said the waiter.
"Okay, bring him in," said Smith.
The waiter opened the door of the room and took Yang Ming into the office. Yang Ming saw a middle-aged black man with a somewhat fierce look sitting in an office chair. In the next cubicle, there were also a few big men with big waists. They had all kinds of skin colors. They seemed to be Smith's men.
"You can go out." Smith waved to the waiter, indicating that he could leave.
"Okay." The waiter nodded and turned away, not forgetting to close the door of the room.
"Smith?" Yang Ming glanced at the black man and asked, "Where is my friend?"
Yang Ming sat on the sofa in front of Smith's desk.
However, Smith didn't speak. The big men in the cubicle stood up and surrounded the sofa where Yang Ming was sitting.
Yang Ming turned a blind eye to these people and still looked at Smith coldly.
"Your friend is very good." Smith didn't expect that this invisible pressure had no effect on Yang Ming. He didn't know if this kid was pretending or not.
"How much? Give me a price." Yang Ming naturally knew that if Smith had any ulterior motives, he wouldn't hurt Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang.
"Give me a price?" Smith shook his head, "I don't have the final say on this. Let's ask Mr. Klass to say it. Your friend is betting with him. "
Not long after Smith's voice fell, the door of the security manager's office was pushed open again. An Asian man walked in, followed by four black bodyguards.
After the Asian man came in, Smith stood up respectfully, "Mr. Klass, you should talk to him."
With that said, Smith gave his seat to the Asian man, Klass. Klass was not polite at all and sat directly in Smith's seat.
Yang Ming had been paying attention to Smith's demeanor. Judging from his respect for Klass, Yang Ming knew that Klass's identity was not simple. Either he was a supporter of the casino, or he had a very distinguished identity that the casino didn't dare to offend. Only then would Smith be so respectful to him.
Yang Ming's original guess was that the casino and a gambler had joined forces to cheat Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang. Then, the gambler would come forward to ask for money from Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang's families.
Only in this case would the casino risk being investigated by the regulatory authorities to help the gambler detain people here.
But now it seemed that the security manager's attitude towards Klass was a little too respectful. Was my guess wrong? Was it really because Klass's identity was very distinguished that the casino helped him?
"Are you a friend of Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang?" To Yang Ming's surprise, Klass actually spoke fluent Chinese. He didn't use English in front of Yang Ming.
"Yes." Since he used Chinese, Yang Ming naturally used Chinese, "How are my friends? What do you want? "
"Your friends are very good, but are you sure you want to take responsibility for them?" Klass's tone was very flat.
"How much do you want? Just say it." Yang Ming frowned.
"Money?" Klass seemed to have heard a funny thing, "What do I want money for? Ask Smith if I'm short of money. "
Klass's strange attitude made Yang Ming even more confused. Not short of money? What does that mean?
"Then what do you want to do?" Yang Ming didn't get angry but waited for Klass to continue.
"The one thing I don't lack the most is money." Klass shook his head as if he was talking to himself, "Money is just a number to me. It doesn't give me any pleasure or excitement. I like excitement, I like adventure, and I pursue that momentary feeling of joy. So, I like to gamble with my life! "
If it weren't for the fact that this matter was strange from beginning to end and made Yang Ming vigilant, Yang Ming would definitely think that Klass was crazy. However, Yang Ming didn't feel that way now.
Yang Ming didn't think that Klass was crazy, but Klass's words made Yang Ming puzzled.
"If you want to take responsibility for this matter, then you have to gamble with me!" Klass pointed at Yang Ming with the thick cigar in his hand and said.
"Bet with you?" Yang Ming asked in return.
"That's right. Gamble with your life. One life for one life!" Klass laughed, "If you win, I'll give you a life. If you win again, I'll give you a life again!"
When Klass said this, Yang Ming understood what Klass meant. This guy meant that if he won against him once, he would give either Zhang Bin or Zhang Jiefang's life back to him.
"What if I lose?" Yang Ming asked in return.
"If you lose, your life will naturally be mine." Klass shrugged, "Isn't it fun?"
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