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Chapter 288 - 201: Is My Wealth Fortune... That Distorted?_2

Chapter 288: Chapter 201: Is My Wealth Fortune... That Distorted?_2

He is the person in charge here, Brother Le.

"Ha ha! Those are all old stories from years ago, best not to bring them up!"

"It’s been a few years, and it looks like your operation has grown even bigger, Brother Le. I’ve also heard from Ah Hao that you’re making a killing each day, aren’t you?

So today, here I am with my brothers to have some fun and learn a thing or two from Brother Le."

The Ah Hao referred to by both men was another one of the prison tyrants, a tattooed bully.

He was Brother Le’s younger brother, and was also locked up for organizing gambling events.

"Brother Biao, you flatter me too much! The past two years have been rough with the crackdowns, and customers have been snatched away by the casinos at Xiangshan Port. Business is tough!"

Despite his modest words, Brother Le’s eyes held a hint of pride.

After all, how well one fares is a reflection of one’s status in the underworld.

Biao used to have one up on him, but now it seemed the tables had turned.

"Since Brother Biao has brought his men over to play, I naturally welcome you all!

But you know the rules for coming here to play."

"Of course!"

Brother Biao chuckled, pulled out his phone and spread his arms forward; immediately, one of his underlings walked over with a detector.

Wang Zhao Ping narrowed his eyes slightly.

He hadn’t expected this underground casino to be so cautious.

After checking that the three men weren’t carrying anything suspicious, Brother Le then happily said.

"Xiao Huang, take Brother Biao and his fellow brothers upstairs. Start them off with 30,000 in chips as my treat for today!"

"Right away!" A subordinate immediately pressed the elevator button and made a welcoming gesture.

"Then I must thank Brother Le, and I’ll treat you to a drink next time!"

"That’s a deal! Ha ha!"

Once the elevator doors closed, Brother Le’s smile slowly faded away.

"Boss, I heard that Cheng Biao recently had trouble in his backyard, some of his own underlings turned against him. How come he’s still in the mood to come to our place today?"

"What else could it be? Those who come here are either looking to blow off steam or for money. Are they coming here to pick up chicks?"

"So... How do we handle this group?"

"Ha! If they’re here to blow off steam, let them play and don’t bother. If they’re looking to make money... let them taste a bit of sweetness first!

Ah Hao said that guy has been talking big in prison. I want to see if his assets are as substantial as his mouth..."

Brother Le softly chuckled, then picked up the intercom and said something...

To deal with the average Joe, one night is all it takes for them to lose their undershirts.

But when dealing with the big fish, you need a strategy.

Play the long game to catch the bigger fish...

...

On the other side, Xiao Huang was leading Wang Zhao Ping and his two companions on the elevator up to the twelfth floor.

Indeed, this underground casino was situated within a high-rise!

The lighting was dim, the corridors narrow, and no one else was around—only the sound of footsteps against the floor could be heard.

The guide stopped in front of a wooden door, knocked thrice, and the door twist-opened from the inside.

After entering, they found another door in front of them.

Passing through the two doors, the scene suddenly brightened. They were met with a bustling contrast to the exterior.

Within view, there were several gambling tables.

The floor was carpeted, walls freshly painted, a counter for chip exchange at the entrance, and a row of lockers.

Gamblers, chip-runners (those who attract customers for the casino), and tattooed men overseeing the place...

A gathering of fifty or sixty people made this secret space seem somewhat crowded.

And that was only the outside; it seemed there were gambling tables in the inner rooms as well, with patrons coming and going.

Holy shit! It’s a big operation!

The scale of this underground casino wasn’t small at all!

Wang Zhao Ping’s eyes lit up.

He had been observing carefully since his arrival, noting that this underworld gambling site was filled with surveillance both inside and out.

Rushing in without knowing the full picture could easily spook the target...

He couldn’t help but admire the cunning of these guys.

However, today wasn’t about cracking down on illegal gambling. His eyes had already started scanning the gamblers.

"Brother Biao, here are the 30,000 chips Brother Le instructed us to give you. Do you need to exchange some more?"

Xiao Huang smiled as he handed a stack of chips to Brother Biao.

Not exchanging money for chips at this time would certainly make them suspect if they really came to play.

"Ah Xing, exchange another 200,000!" Brother Biao ordered.

Luckily for them, they had just come into a bit of windfall, otherwise they wouldn’t be able to keep the ruse going...

Wang Zhao Ping looked at Cheng Biao with a bit of surprise.

This guy... sure is loaded!

He wagers 200,000 just like that?

"Okay!" Ah Xing reluctantly scanned and paid, receiving a stack of plastic chips.

Seeing that Brother Biao and his crew exchanged another 200,000, Xiao Huang’s smile returned, and he pulled out a plastic bag.

"No photography allowed here. We’ll need to keep your phones for the time being."

Once the phones were locked away in lockers and the tags and keys given to Brother Biao, Xiao Huang said.

"Brother Biao, I hope you and your friends have a great time. If you need anything, just call for me!"

"Mmm!" Brother Biao nodded with the presence of a boss, leading his men into the casino.

At that moment, seven or eight patrons were gathered around the oval gambling table in the center.

With a "ding!" of the bell, "Bets are closed!"

Chips of different colors and denominations were slapped onto the table.

Chatters of card calls, sighs of disappointment, curses, and the sound of palms hitting the table surface all blended together in the hundred-square-meter room.

In a mere 200-square-foot space, an array of life dramas unfolded with each hand lasting less than a minute. Some were throwing tens of thousands at a time, while others were borrowing money on the spot to continue gambling after losing all their savings...

Wang Zhao Ping, a seasoned detective, wasn’t unfamiliar with such scenes. He whispered in inquiry.