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"court death!"

With his right arm muscles bulging, a fierce right hook, accompanied by the whoosh of wind, aimed straight for Qin Luo's chin! This punch was powerful and heavy; if it landed, an ordinary person would probably dislocate their jaw and pass out on the spot.

Qin Luo, however, seemed to have anticipated this. The instant his opponent threw a punch, his upper body leaned back slightly in perfect coordination—a small movement, but just enough to allow the powerful fist to graz his jawline. At the same time, his right fist, delivered from below, struck first, a clean and decisive right hook!

"puff!"

The dull thud of a fist striking flesh.

Qin Luo's fist landed precisely on the second security guard's jaw and neck.

The security guard's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt. His eyes bulged out, revealing an expression of disbelief and extreme pain. A strange "hoarse" sound came from his throat, his body swayed, and then, as if his bones had been removed, he fell straight backward.

He crashed to the ground with a thud and lost consciousness.

From the moment Qin Luo made his move to the moment the two security guards fell to the ground, the entire process took only two or three seconds. Swift, ruthless, and efficient, without a single superfluous or fancy movement, it was full of the violent aesthetics of real combat.

Qin Luo didn't even glance at the two unconscious people on the ground, as if he had just casually brushed the dust off his clothes.

He strode forward, calmly stepping over the security guard, and pushed open the heavy, gilded door. His figure disappeared into the glittering lights and faint sounds of commotion emanating from within.

Outside the door, only the fat young man stood there dumbfounded. The mountain wind blew by, and he felt his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He looked at the two security guards on the ground who had been so rude to him, then at the now-closed door, and his throat bobbed with difficulty.

“I… fuck…”

He muttered a curse, his face filled with extreme shock and lingering fear.

Who exactly is this guy? His fighting skills are insane! He just... fought his way in like that?
Deep inside the main building of the entertainment complex, in a luxuriously decorated room filled with surveillance screens and excellent soundproofing.

A woman wearing a dark red, tight-fitting long dress, with a hot and alluring figure, exquisite and charming makeup, but with a hint of coldness and murderous intent in her eyes and brows, was sitting with her legs crossed on a large leather sofa.

Her gaze was fixed on one of the screens, which showed the scene of Qin Luo instantly taking down two security guards outside the gate and then calmly entering.

The woman's bright red lips slowly curved upwards, revealing a cold, playful, and slightly excited smile.

She gently swirled the crimson wine in the crystal glass in her hand, murmuring to herself in a voice as sweet as poisoned honey.

"Hehe... You've arrived. Our esteemed 'Young Master Hao'... It seems the game is about to get interesting."

Inside the casino, the lights were dazzling, and the place was bustling with noise. Various gambling devices were surrounded by excited gamblers. The crisp sound of chips clashing, excited shouts, and frustrated sighs intertwined, creating a vivid picture of desire.

As Qin Luo stepped into this bustling place, he calmly scanned the surrounding environment and the flow of people, searching for possible clues or familiar faces.

Before he could observe carefully, a series of hurried and heavy footsteps came from the side passage.

Seven or eight burly security guards in matching black uniforms, with cold expressions, escorted a woman into the lobby. The two leading guards were the same ones Qin Luo had instantly knocked down at the entrance, who had now regained consciousness, though their foreheads and chins still bore obvious redness and bruises.

Their faces were filled with shame and anger, their eyes scanning the hall fiercely, and they quickly locked onto Qin Luo, who was standing calmly by a roulette table.

"Sister Rose! It's him!"

One of the security guards who had been hit by the pillar pointed at Qin Luo, his voice trembling with agitation and humiliation.

"It's this kid! He doesn't have a membership card, and we stopped him according to the rules, but he attacked us without saying a word! He was vicious and broke the rules of our casino! Please, Sister Rose, let us drag this arrogant bastard out and teach him a lesson about the rules here!"

Another security guard, who had been knocked unconscious by a hook punch, also clutched his still-throbbing chin and indignantly echoed the sentiment.

"That's right! Sister Rose, this kid is too arrogant! He doesn't take our Anbang Group seriously at all! We have to teach him a lesson, otherwise any Tom, Dick, or Harry will dare to cause trouble here!"

These security guards, used to their arrogance due to Anbang Group's background and the casino's special nature, had never suffered such a loss before. Moreover, being taken down instantly in front of everyone, right at the gate they were guarding, was an utter disgrace! Now, with their supervisor backing them up, they were all furious, rubbing their hands together, waiting for the order to rush forward and teach the daredevil a lesson, thus saving face.

The woman surrounded by people in the middle is Rose, the manager of the Xishan Casino.

She wore a dark red dress, her figure was alluring, and her makeup was exquisite, but her brows naturally revealed a coldness and fierceness that came from years of experience.

She didn't immediately respond to the security guards' request, but instead looked past them and landed on Qin Luo, who was not far away, scrutinizing him carefully.

Qin Luo also saw the group of menacing people, but he only glanced at them indifferently before looking away, as if they were just a bunch of insignificant flies, and continued to observe the interior of the casino.

This disregard further enraged the security guards.

"Sister Rose! You should give the order!"

"Let's go and deal with him!"

The security guards were all talking at once, and their demeanor was aggressive.

Rose finally withdrew her gaze, her red lips slightly parted, her voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable authority.

"Shut up, everyone."

The security guards were stunned. Their anger seemed to have been doused with cold water, and they looked at Rose with some confusion.

Rose's gaze slowly swept over the group of indignant subordinates, lingering for a moment on the faces of the two injured security guards before she spoke slowly and deliberately, her voice devoid of any emotion.

"Teach him a lesson? With your abilities?"

She paused, a faint, almost imperceptible sneer playing at the corners of her lips.

"Do you know how Buddha ended up in the hospital a few days ago and hasn't come out yet?"

Buddha?!
The name struck like a thunderbolt, exploding in the ears of several core security guards! Buddha was a ruthless character who had long been famous in Anbang Group. He was one of Qiu Qinyun's most capable and skilled henchmen, with formidable strength and a fearsome reputation.

He was suddenly hospitalized with serious injuries a few days ago, and the news was strictly suppressed. Those at the bottom only knew that he had an accident, but the specific reasons remained a closely guarded secret. Could it be…?

The security guards' expressions changed instantly. Their gazes towards Qin Luo shifted from anger and disdain to surprise, apprehension, and even a hint of fear. Someone capable of seriously injuring Buddha... their group would likely be no match for him. The swift and unexpected way he had been taken down just now seemed to confirm this.

Rose understood as she looked at her subordinates' sudden change in expression.

She pointed this out for two reasons. First, to intimidate her ignorant subordinates and prevent them from humiliating themselves or causing a bigger conflict. Second, she had her own calculations.

"Alright, everyone, go home. Go do whatever you were doing."

Rose waved her hand, her tone returning to its usual calm.

"Rules are rules, but people are flexible. This... is a distinguished guest. The previous conflict was just a misunderstanding."

"But, Sister Rose, he just barged in like that and even hit our people, this..."

One of the more senior security guards was somewhat unwilling and felt that he had lost face.

Rose glanced at him, a look that sent a chill down his spine, and he immediately shut his mouth.

"I already said it was a misunderstanding."

Rose's tone became slightly more forceful.

“You two,” she said, pointing to the two security guards who had been beaten.

"Go to the finance department and each person will receive five thousand yuan, which will cover medical expenses and hardship fees."

This matter ends here. Anyone who speaks ill of others or makes any underhanded moves will face consequences; don't blame me for being ruthless.

Upon hearing that there would be 5,000 yuan in compensation, the two security guards' resentment dissipated by more than half. Considering the fate of the Buddha, they dared not harbor any thoughts of revenge. They quickly bowed their heads and agreed.

"Yes, Sister Rose!"

"Thank you, Sister Rose!"

Seeing this, the other security guards also fell silent, glanced at Qin Luo with complicated expressions, and then quickly dispersed and returned to their posts.

They understood that Sister Rose wasn't just wary of the other person's strength; she was probably more interested in the "value" he might bring. In a casino, being a strong fighter is certainly intimidating, but "high rollers" who can bring huge profits and excitement are the real "fat sheep." And clearly, Sister Rose believed this young man belonged to the latter category.

After dismissing her subordinates, Rose stood alone, took out an exquisite makeup mirror and a lipstick from her small handbag, and carefully touched up her makeup in front of the mirror, especially her already bright red lips.

She pursed her lips, confirming that her makeup was flawless, adding a touch of aggressive allure to her captivating charm.

Then, she put away the mirror, a professional yet alluring smile spreading across her face. She swayed her hips and walked gracefully towards Qin Luo. Her high heels clicked crisply and rhythmically on the floor, each step seeming to tread on one's heart.

Her goal was clear—this mysterious and powerful young man was a rare "fat sheep," and she had to personally take action to extract the greatest profit from him, for the casino and for herself.

Qin Luo was standing next to a dice game table, seemingly casually watching the chips move around on the table, but actually listening to the conversations around him and scanning the crowd.

A middle-aged gambler sitting next to him, who was placing bets, caught a glimpse of Rose walking gracefully towards him out of the corner of his eye. His expression changed slightly, and he wisely put away his chips, stood up, gave Qin Luo a forced smile, and quickly moved aside to the other side.

Rose walked to the table and naturally sat down in the empty seat.

A rich yet not cheap fragrance wafted over and entered Qin Luo's nose.

Qin Luo turned his head and saw a stunningly beautiful woman in a dark red cheongsam embroidered with gold thread sitting next to him. The cheongsam was perfectly tailored, outlining her curvaceous figure to the fullest. The neckline was not low, but a crescent-shaped cutout was cleverly designed at the chest, revealing glimpses of skin and adding infinite allure.

She crossed her legs, revealing her long, slender calves encased in skin-colored stockings at the slit, her posture languid and alluring.

"Sir, you look unfamiliar. Is this your first time visiting Xishan?"

Rose turned to face Qin Luo, her voice soft and melodious, with a perfectly balanced husky magnetism, her eyes seemingly hooked as they moved.

Qin Luo nodded calmly.

"That's it."

Rose smiled sweetly and extended her slender hand.

"Let me introduce myself. I am the person in charge here. Everyone calls me Sister Rose."

"Of course, sir, you're so handsome and dashing, just call me Rose."

Her hands were very well-maintained, with slender, fair fingers and nails painted with the same color as her cheongsam.

Qin Luo did not shake her hand, but only glanced at her indifferently.

"Qin Luo."

Rose felt no embarrassment whatsoever, naturally withdrew her hand, and snapped her fingers.

A waiter immediately came over with a tray, on which was a bottle of decanted red wine, two crystal glasses, and a box of Cuban cigars that looked quite expensive.

"It is an honor for Xishan to have Mr. Qin visit us."

Rose poured two glasses of wine herself, pushed one of them in front of Qin Luo, opened the cigar box, took out a cigar, trimmed it with a special cigar cutter, and then picked up a long-handled match to light Qin Luo's cigarette.

"Try this. My friend brought it back from Cuba. It tastes pretty good."

Qin Luo glanced at the large cigar, took it, and brought the lit flame close to his lips, inhaling a puff. The strong tobacco flavor, mixed with a unique aroma, filled his mouth; the taste was indeed distinctive, but not his preferred type. However, he didn't show it on his face, merely giving a polite nod.

Rose lit one for herself, took an elegant drag, and exhaled a thin smoke ring. In the swirling smoke, her eyes appeared even more dreamy and meaningful. After a few perfunctory pleasantries, she gradually got to the point.

"Mr. Qin, you're really riding high lately."

Rose leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between herself and Qin Luo, and her alluring fragrance became even stronger.

"I've heard that your Hualong Capital is making frequent moves and developing rapidly, which is truly enviable. A young and promising talent like yourself must have a lot of luck at the gambling table, right?"

She changed the subject, her gaze falling on the dice cup in the center of the gambling table, a smile playing on her lips.

"I wonder if Mr. Qin is interested in dice? It's the simplest way to play, comparing sizes, one round to determine the winner, quick and easy."

She paused, then parted her red lips slightly and uttered a number.

"The stakes... ten million, how about it? Let's play for a thrill."

"Ten million? For one game?"

"My God! Sister Rose herself is involved, and she's asking for ten million right off the bat?"

"Who is this big shot? I've never seen him before!"

The gamblers who were focused on their own games gasped when they heard Rose's words, and stopped what they were doing, their eyes all turning to Qin Luo and Rose.

A bet of ten million per round, while occasionally occurring in their hall, is extremely rare, usually reserved for VIP rooms not open to the public. Now, with Sister Rose personally extending an invitation to a completely unfamiliar young man, it immediately sparked immense interest and curiosity among everyone. (End of Chapter)