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Located in the deepest part of Hell's Kitchen, there stands a massive club.

This is the core industry of the Magiya gang, extracting astonishing wealth for them day and night.

Even in the early hours of the morning, the place was still brightly lit and bustling with people.

Outside the club's gate, a dozen gangsters stood guard openly, the outlines of bulging guns at their waists clearly visible.

As Du Mu approached the gate, he was stopped by two of the men.

"Routine inspection."

"OK."

Du Mu did not resist, allowing the gangsters to scan his entire body with a metal detector.

Anyway, he put all his equipment and items into the game's inventory.

"No problem, go in."

Du Mu nodded and stepped into the clamorous noise.

The club has a very large interior space and is equipped with a variety of entertainment areas.

Du Mu glanced around and headed straight for the busiest casino area.

Behind each gaming table stood a sexy dealer dealing cards online, her neck swaying precariously. The gamblers around her stared wide-eyed, unsure whether they were looking at the cards or at her cleavage.

Du Mu found an empty seat and sat down, and the dealer behind the counter immediately flashed a charming, professional smile.

"Sir, what would you like to play?"

"Dou Dizhu" (a popular Chinese card game).

"..."

The dealer's smile froze: "Sorry, we don't offer this type of game."

"Should we plow the land?"

"no."

"You must have a tractor, right?"

"No!"

The dealer got so angry she developed breast hyperplasia. You're deliberately picking a fight, aren't you!

Du Mu curled his lip: "Boring, let's just bet on big or small then."

"Yes, sir."

Upon finally hearing the familiar rules of the game, the dealer immediately switched back to his professional smile, picked up the dice cup, and began shaking it rapidly.

Du Mu's eyes widened instantly, his gaze fixed on the swaying dice cup in front of the dealer.

So bouncy, oh no, such fast hand speed!

A dozen seconds later, the dealer stopped shaking the dice, put down the dice cup, and asked, "How many chips would you like to place, sir?"

"All in, of course! Bet on big!"

Du Mu threw out a chip with great confidence!

Croupier: "..."

They dare to call it all-in with just one chip?

Du Mu had taken this chip from another gambler, and the gambler hadn't refused, so presumably the other party didn't mind.

Immediately afterwards, the sexy dealer lifted the dice cup, revealing three dice inside: five, five, and six.

Sixteen o'clock, big!

The dealer's expression remained unchanged; he simply assumed Du Mu had gotten lucky, which was not unusual in a casino.

She deftly pushed the two chips in front of Du Mu.

"Congratulations, sir. Would you like to continue?"

"certainly!"

......

Ten minutes later.

"Ooh o ...

Du Mu sipped his cappuccino while humming a lighthearted tune.

At this moment, a small mountain of chips had been piled up in front of him, worth at least several hundred thousand US dollars.

[Skill: Blessing of the God of Gamblers' Apprentice]

[Description: Your gambling skills have reached a level of perfection; you are virtually unbeatable in the casino.]

[Comment: Back then, Chen Daozai won 2500 million with 20 dollars. It's not a problem for you to win 20 million with 500. But please remember, you can't spend the money you win. You can only use it for charity, otherwise you will be cursed.]

With this skill, Du Mu's gambling skills were somewhat inferior to those of the God of Gamblers.

It's a pity there's a powerful debuff later on, otherwise the rich list tomorrow would probably have a different name.

"Sir...would you...like to continue?"

The dealer's voice trembled noticeably, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

Winning fifty games in a row can't be explained by luck alone; it means you've met a master!

"certainly!"

Du Mu nodded.

The sexy dealer took a deep breath and began shaking the dice cup frantically.

To distract Du Mu, she even deliberately pulled her collar down a little further.

This shaking lasted for a full five minutes, until Du Mu's eyes were sore from the shaking, before it finally stopped.

"All in! Leopard!"

Without a second thought, Du Mu pushed all the chips in front of him out.

The dealer swallowed hard, his fingers trembling, and slowly lifted the dice cup.

6, 6, 6!

leopard!

The chips instantly multiplied dozens of times!

The dealer, however, revealed a bitter smile of relief on his face, silently took out his phone, and began to select his favorite coffin color.

She lost tens of millions of dollars in one night; it would be merciful if the Magia gang didn't chop her up and feed her to the dogs.

Just then, a burly man in a black suit came to the gambling table and looked at Du Mu with cold eyes.

"Sir, please come with me for a moment."

"What? You want to renege on your winnings now?"

Du Mu was not intimidated at all. He suddenly raised his voice, instantly attracting the attention of the gamblers around him.

The burly man's lips twitched.

They may be gangsters, but they still need to maintain the facade of their establishment's credibility, otherwise who would dare to gamble there in the future?

He suppressed his emotions and said in a low voice, "You've misunderstood. It's just that the stakes at your table are too high. How about we move to the VIP room where the stakes are higher?"

If we take Du Mu away alone, then the other party will be completely at our mercy.

"No need."

Du Mu waved his hand, a playful smile on his face: "If you don't want me to continue playing around, that's fine too. Just pay me one hundred million US dollars right now, and I'll stop immediately, how about that?"

The burly man looked at him with amusement: "Why don't you just rob someone!"

Du Mu feigned surprise: "How did you know I was going to rob you?"

The burly man: "???"

Before he finished speaking, Du Mu suddenly pulled out an exaggeratedly designed golden Desert Eagle, a wild smile spreading across his face.

"Everyone, raise your hands!"

"Let's begin the robbery!"

......

Deep inside the club, in a secluded private room.

The burly Russian man nicknamed "Hammerhead" was comfortably sunk in the sofa, his enormous head particularly conspicuous, while his hairy hands were kneading the bodies of the two dealers as if no one else was around.

"Hammerhead, what do you think of the conditions I proposed?"

Sitting opposite him was a man wearing black-rimmed glasses, who frowned slightly as he watched Hammerhead's nonchalant behavior.

Hammerhead didn't even lift his eyelids, his tone full of disdain: "Wesley, let Kingpin come and talk to me personally."

"Mr. Kingpin is very busy, but he has already given me full authority..."

"Then there's no point in discussing it!"

Hammerhead's attitude was extremely arrogant, completely disregarding Wesley and Kingpin behind him.

Wesley narrowed his eyes behind his glasses: "I heard there's a Demon Gang that's recently emerged and ruined several of your deals. If a cooperation is reached, we'd be happy to provide assistance."

"I don't need your help!" Hammerhead interrupted viciously. "I'll handle that damned Demon Gang myself!"

"Their leader seems quite capable; with just your side, I'm afraid..."

"So what!"

Hammerhead slammed his massive head down with a dull thud, grinning maliciously, "I can't even be penetrated by bullets! A mere Demon Gang thinks they can take down the Magia Gang? What a joke!"

"Let me tell you! In Hell's Kitchen, nobody dares mess with the Magia Gang!"

"And nobody can afford to mess with the Magia gang!"

"No!!"

boom--!

The door to the private room was suddenly kicked open!

A henchman rushed in, shouting, "Boss! Something's wrong! There's...there's a robbery outside!"

Hammerhead: "???"