A magnificent casino. E-book, 80 This country does not recognize gambling as legally valid—yet for foreign tourists or the wealthy, this law has become increasingly irrelevant. Locals rarely visit the casinos, as their modest incomes fall short of the dreams of wealth accumulation that draw them here. It is a paradise for tourists and investors, and there are also a growing number of locally successful entrepreneurs who have recently prospered. It's said that the largest games can reach up to one million dollars per table. Qin Feng dressed casually, but with Isabella beside him—this tall, strikingly beautiful woman—his presence naturally became the center of attention. He couldn't help it; he wasn't unwilling to remain composed, it was simply that his companion was too outstanding. After entering, the two strolled leisurely toward the counter where they exchange chips. Qin, with his distinguished air, spoke confidently in English, “Let’s exchange for five million chips!” The staff didn't even lift their eyelids—clearly, five million wasn't much here. He quickly changed his tone: "Add five million, bring us ten one-million chips, then twenty chips of one-hundred-thousand each, totaling one hundred and twenty million!" Only then did the staff raise their heads and look at him, saying, "Sir, here are your chips—please swipe your card." As the card reader emitted a soft chime, the amount inside the system decreased by one hundred and twenty million, and Qin, the young millionaire, was finally recognized as a true wealthy patron—quite a satisfying feeling. The chips were naturally picked up by the beautiful instructor; it would have been awkward for us gentlemen to handle them ourselves. The instructor, slightly displeased, lowered her voice and said, "Xiao Feng, what's going on? Are you really excited about gambling? As far as I know, you're quite well-off—why are you so enthusiastic?" Whether or not Qin was well-off, Isabel was no ordinary wealthy woman—she had just withdrawn several billions from her secret account on the Island of Death. "Let's draw out the snake—we can't just quietly eliminate a few, can we?" He said with a cheerful smile. "There's a Russian roulette wheel right ahead, my favorite attraction. Why not give it a try?" "Alright, since it's your money, I've no objections!" They walked over together, and he casually tossed a ten-thousand-yuan chip onto the table. He bet a chip and still lost. After five consecutive losses, Isabel was down five chips of one million each. What a waste—many gamblers felt sorry for her, as fifty thousand might not be much, but with good play, a profit was still possible. Qin, the young millionaire, seemed utterly hooked. This time, he placed a chip worth one million on the number "13," and said with a smirk, "I simply won't believe I can't win—let's go again!" Several people chuckled, as most of the guests were Europeans, naturally inclined as Christians to view the number 13 as unlucky, and thus no one would bet on it. As the roulette wheel spun, the steel ball danced joyfully. Then, an astonishing scene unfolded: when the wheel came to a halt, the ball settled firmly on "13." "Hah! I always knew it would happen!" he laughed heartily. Just moments ago, he had lost fifty thousand; now, he had earned six million. He took back the chips from the dealer, who had been reluctant all along, and piled them generously into Isabella’s hands, smiling, “It’s you who’ve brought me good luck—here, all of these are yours!” The accompanying female guests nearby were envious, eager to offer their admiration, and would have surely rushed in to make a move if they hadn’t clearly recognized their own advantages in physique and appearance. Then, the two of them moved on to play Black Jack, where they performed brilliantly. In just a few minutes, the chip total surged from an initial 10 million to over 30 million. Switching to a new table for dice games, they only played three rounds, and the amount grew from 30 million to 50 million. The casino manager kept wiping his brow, never having seen a guest with such consistent fortune—should this patron continue playing, the casino would surely be left bankrupt. After all, previously, Qin’s games had always been managed by the casino staff, and the losses had always been theirs. He walked over with a cheerful smile and said, "This gentleman's luck is so good—why not try the VIP lounges inside? The several executives there are playing big, with a minimum bet of 500,000!" "Really? I'm very interested," he replied with a smile. The manager smiled too—as long as he didn't continue betting on our current projects. They led them into the most upscale lounge, where several gamblers were each accompanied by attractive women dressed in light, refreshing attire. Unfortunately, everyone's eyes were fixed on their hands, still focused on the cards, showing little interest in the women's graceful gestures. With a starting bet of 500,000, every card dealt would attract a bidding increase—even if each added only 500,000, the total would reach over two million. Indeed, these were all well-established, affluent gamblers. A new arrival came in, yet no one looked up—because they knew well that casino staff wouldn't simply bring someone in unless they truly had the caliber to make an impact. The next hand was about to begin. Qin, the young man with cultivation abilities, could easily read other players' intentions, while Isabella even managed to secretly reposition and swap cards right under the croupier's eyes. By the fifth hand, Qin Feng found himself facing a stack of chips, while all the other gamblers looked visibly disappointed. As the game continued, by the eighth hand, some players chose to withdraw. By the ninth hand, two more did so. By the twelfth hand, only one player remained at Qin's table. It was all-in. The opponent lost completely, nearly fainting, and after several hours of hard-earned victories, all the winnings were finally handed over to Qin. "Ha ha! I told you so," he kissed the beautiful coach passionately on the face. "From the very first few hands, I've been winning—here we have nearly 200 million chips. Shall we keep playing, or shall we cash out?" "Go on, it's getting late." "The beautiful officer suggested, 'With our current visibility, the fact that we've been so active here will surely draw attention from certain people.' Qin, the young noble, nodded. 'Though I still wish to enjoy myself, it's also wise to wrap up now. I'll follow your advice.'"