"Hehe, although we don't have any other intentions, we just want to find a quiet and comfortable place." Klass laughed, "However, your worries are not unreasonable."
"In that case, I think we should do it here. It's good here," Yang Ming said lightly.
"Of course, this place is not suitable for gambling. Why don't we go to the private room in the lobby on the first floor?" Speaking of this, Klass was afraid that Yang Ming would misunderstand, so he added, "There are guests outside. You shouldn't be worried about this, right?"
Although he said this, Klass sneered in his heart. Do you think that we won't dare to do anything to you in a crowded place on the first floor? The private rooms in this casino were super soundproof. What was done inside and what was made could not be heard from the outside.
Yang Ming hesitated, then nodded, "Okay, then let's do it in the private room on the first floor."
Yang Ming naturally couldn't agree too quickly. If he agreed too quickly, Smith and Klass would notice the problem. The Golden Bull's people were all in the casino. As ordinary tourists, it was impossible for them to get close to the VIP room upstairs. Therefore, the private room near the lobby on the first floor was the best choice.
The reason why Yang Ming said that they would compete in the security manager's office was to confuse the public. He knew that Klass would definitely not agree to gamble here. There was not even a special gambling table here, and the environment was not suitable for gambling.
They had previously confirmed that Yang Ming had returned directly to the hotel yesterday, and he had not left the hotel after that. He had not contacted anyone, so they concluded that Yang Ming would not play any tricks.
In addition, they had bad intentions towards Yang Ming, so they were a little guilty. Yang Ming said what was in their hearts, so they agreed with Yang Ming's point of view without thinking. They were also afraid that if they insisted, Yang Ming would have more ideas.
However, Yang Ming was sure of one thing. That was, Klass had a guilty conscience. If Klass had argued or insisted, then Yang Ming would not have thought much of it.
Klass didn't know that he had shot himself in the foot. He had already made Yang Ming vigilant. His wishful thinking was good, but unfortunately, Yang Ming was fully prepared.
Smith listened to Klass's decision, then picked up the phone and dialed a number. He gave a few instructions to the other side. The general idea was to change the venue of the game to Room No. 3 in the lobby on the first floor. Then, he asked someone to bring Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang to Room No. 3.
After ending the call, Smith smiled at Yang Ming. "Is this okay? Actually, although your concern is not wrong, our casino's reputation is very good! "
Yang Ming smiled faintly, his expression cold.
Yang Ming sneered in his heart. If his reputation was good, he wouldn't have helped Klass detain them. Is this still called a good reputation? Who would believe him when he spouted such nonsense?
"Let's go. Let's go. Sir, how should I address you?" Klass looked at Yang Ming in a friendly manner.
"Yang Ming." Yang Ming sneered in his heart. Klass seemed to have mentioned my name to Smith after I left yesterday. He actually pretended to ask again today.
"Mr. Yang, do you think it's okay to go over and prepare now?" asked Klass.
"Let's go." Yang Ming stood up without saying anything. Smith quickly walked to the front to lead the way. Yang Ming and Klass followed behind him. Behind Yang Ming were several of Klass's bodyguards and Smith's followers.
Through the narrow corridor, Yang Ming followed Smith to the lobby of the casino on the first floor. Although it was early in the morning, the casino was still very lively! The casino was a 24-hour place, so many gamblers came here in the evening. Some were red-eyed from gambling, and some wanted to win more after winning.
But overall, there were more losses than wins in the casino. Otherwise, how could one make money? There were only a few people who could win money. Moreover, few of those who won money could grasp the opportunity to directly exchange for chips and leave the casino. They all continued to gamble. The more they won, the more they wanted to continue winning. In the end, all of them lost everything.
This was the heart of many gamblers. The sense of sudden wealth brought about by winning and losing in gambling was irresistible. In the lobby on the first floor, apart from some tourists, there were some out-and-out gamblers.
As for the truly rich people, they all went to the VIP area or VIP lounge upstairs. These people were not gamblers, and they did not expect to become rich overnight. They only pursued the feeling of adventure and excitement. They did not care much about losing money.
"Big – big – big …"
"Small – small – small …"
"Ah – I won …"
"Ah – It's over …"
The casino was filled with a cacophony of noises in various languages. It was like a big market.
However, Smith and Klass were obviously accustomed to it. The men behind them were also accustomed to it. They were all people who had been in the casino for a long time and had automatically filtered out this kind of sound.
Yang Ming just frowned and showed a little disgust. In fact, Yang Ming did this deliberately. His purpose was just to cover up that he saw Golden Bull and secretly greeted Golden Bull through his expression.
Seeing Yang Ming showing a disgusted expression, Klass smiled and said nothing. It seemed that Yang Ming did not often go to the casino. So even if Yang Ming was a master, the master who practiced at home was just building a cart behind closed doors. Without practice, theory alone would not work.
Klass also knew from the Nancheng Family that Yang Ming was a very good gambler, but Klass did not take it seriously. If it were not for Yang Ming's strength, the boss behind him would not have let him do it personally!
In fact, he had been with the boss for six years and was the boss's proudest disciple. His skills were comparable to the boss's, so he felt that gambling with Yang Ming was a simple matter.
"It's here!" Smith pointed to a VIP lounge not far in front of him with the words "1F-VIP3", which meant the third VIP box on the first floor.
In fact, the box in the lobby on the first floor was not a VIP lounge at all. It was very different from the one upstairs. The decoration inside was also very ordinary.
Yang Ming nodded and waited for Smith to open the door. Then, he walked into the box with Klass. In fact, Yang Ming seemed calm and indifferent. In fact, he had already used his special ability to detect the situation in the third box. He also saw that Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang were safe and sound in the box. There was no special structure in the box, so it was impossible to hide people inside. That was why Yang Ming could enter the box so easily.
"Bro!" Zhang Bin was sitting next to Zhang Jiefang with a sad face. These two days, he was scared to death. He finally knew what gambling meant. He almost lost his life. He really regretted it. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have gambled. However, there was no medicine for regret in the world. It was useless even if he regretted it.
Zhang Jiefang also had the same thoughts. He thought that it would be unreasonable if he didn't go to the casino to play since he was in Las Vegas. If others asked, wouldn't it be a bit embarrassing if he didn't go to the casino after going to Las Vegas?
Originally, Zhang Jiefang thought that he was just going to play casually. In the end, he took Zhang Bin with him. However, it was obvious that Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang were targeted.
In the beginning, Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang had been winning money, which caused their self-confidence to inflate. The more money they won, the more they wanted to continue winning. The more they continued to win, the more they couldn't stop.
So, after a series of small wins, a big loss was finally ushered in. However, winning money for a long time had made Zhang Bin and Zhang Jiefang lose their minds. This big loss didn't wake them up. Instead, they continued to gamble even more. They wanted to recoup their capital and win again.
Especially those who hadn't gambled before, it was easier for them to lose their minds. When they were losing in a mess, someone suddenly came to them. This person was Klass. He told Zhang Jiefang and Zhang Bin that the VIP lounge over there was short of people to play poker. He asked them if they wanted to play to get some luck.
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