Unlimited Black Cards! A Mysterious and Wealthy Young Lady!

Fu Siya had known Ma Yun for many years, and she could tell from his expression that he was itching to play. She immediately raised an eyebrow and teased, "Oh, judging from your impatient look, it seems your old man gave you quite a bit of pocket money this time? You've only just finished watching the excitement, and you already want to go to the card table for some fun?"

Ma Yun, having been caught out, didn't try to hide it. He chuckled twice and scratched his head, saying, "It's rare for me to get out and relax, so going to see someone won't hurt."

"Let's go, I'll see for myself." Jiang Wenxi said casually, breaking the lighthearted atmosphere. Jiang Xunye followed beside her, not saying much from beginning to end, but his gaze remained fixed on her. Only after confirming that she was truly unharmed did the coldness in his eyes fade slightly.

The group turned and left the training ground, walking along a red-carpeted corridor until they reached a heavy, dark-colored double door. Ma Yun stepped forward and gently pushed it open. The hinges creaked, and a pungent smell of tobacco, perfume, and alcohol wafted out.

Inside, smoke swirled, and the light was considerably dimmer than outside. Warm yellow light streamed through the frosted glass lampshade, casting hazy patches of light into the air. The small space was filled with various mahjong tables, the clatter of mahjong tiles, the shuffling of playing cards, and the sounds of laughter and arguments mingling together, creating a lively atmosphere.

A diverse group of people sat around the table: wealthy young men in well-tailored suits, glamorous women dressed in flamboyant attire, and several burly men, their faces flushed as they shouted orders.

As soon as the group entered, the noise inside subsided slightly, and several pairs of eyes turned towards them. One of them, a man in a bright yellow suit, had a lit cigar dangling from his lips, ash dangling precariously, and his flamboyant blond hair was particularly striking under the lights. He leaned against a gambling table, hands in his pockets, and sized Ma Yun up and down, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Oh, isn't this Second Young Master Ma? What brings you here today? What, did your old man give you some pocket money again?"

This man was Qiao Jie, a regular at the card table, and an old acquaintance of Ma Yun. The two often competed at the card table, and their relationship wasn't exactly good. Ma Yun immediately became angry upon hearing his words, rolled her eyes, and retorted without hesitation, "Whether my old man gives me money or not is none of your business! Why are you so concerned? Are you some kind of illegitimate child of my old man, waiting to claim a share of the inheritance?"

"You!" Qiao Jie was speechless for a moment, abruptly straightening up, almost dropping his cigar. His face flushed red, and he took a deep drag on his cigar to barely suppress his anger, letting out a cold laugh: "You're all talk! If you're so capable, stop just talking and win back the money you lost to me the other day!"

Mentioning the loss of money, Ma Yun's face darkened, and he subconsciously clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. But he really had no intention of getting entangled with Qiao Jie today; he just wanted to take Jiang Wenxi for a stroll. So he suppressed his anger and said coldly, "I don't have time to play with you today. I brought my friend to see what's going on."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Jie's gaze immediately swept past Ma Yun and landed on the group behind him. He recognized Jiang Xunye, the eldest son of the Jiang family, Fu Siya, the rich heiress, and the Zhou family's young man—all well-known figures in their circle. But when his gaze fell upon the last girl in casual clothes, he couldn't help but pause—he had never seen this girl before. Her features were exquisitely beautiful, her demeanor aloof and cold, making her stand out in the crowd. Even in simple casual wear, her air of nobility was undeniable.

A hint of amazement flashed in Qiao Jie's eyes, followed by a touch of frivolity. He licked his lips, took two steps forward, and stared intently at Jiang Wenxi. "Oh, this little sister is quite pretty. Young Master Ma, you don't have anything fun to show her. Why don't you come with me? I'll teach you some exciting things, I guarantee you'll have a blast." As he spoke, he reached out to grab Jiang Wenxi's wrist.

"Wait." Just as Qiao Jie's fingertips were about to touch Jiang Wenxi's sleeve, Jiang Xunye suddenly stepped forward, silently blocking Jiang Wenxi's path and firmly stopping Qiao Jie's movement. His eyes were as cold as ice, and his tone carried an undeniable warning: "I suggest you don't touch her."

Jiang Xunye rarely interfered in other people's affairs so seriously. Qiao Jie's heart skipped a beat at his gaze, and he instinctively withdrew his hand. The flippancy on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a serious expression. He had dealt with Jiang Xunye a few times and knew that this man was always calm and taciturn, never speaking without certainty. Since he had specifically warned him, this girl's identity was definitely not simple. Qiao Jie frowned and looked at Jiang Xunye: "Who is she?"

Jiang Xunye uttered a few words calmly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching Qiao Jie's ears: "She is the master of the No. 1 Tan Palace. Moreover, just now in the boxing ring, she defeated Lei Hu single-handedly."

"What?" Qiao Jie's eyes widened suddenly, his solemn expression instantly turning into shock. He knew better than anyone what the No. 1 Tan Palace was. What surprised him even more was that such a noble young lady could actually defeat Lei Hu? You must know that Lei Hu was also known in the circle for his fighting prowess, his brute strength rarely matched.

Qiao Jie looked at Jiang Wenxi again, his eyes no longer showing any frivolity, but instead filled with awe. These days, there are many people with such a prominent position, but very few who also possess such formidable skills.

Concealing his shock, Qiao Jie quickly put on a fawning smile, took two steps forward, bowed slightly to show his goodwill, and spoke with an excessively respectful tone: "Miss Jiang, hello, hello! It's a pleasure to meet you. I am the eldest son of the Qiao Group, and my name is Qiao Jie." He deliberately emphasized the words "Qiao Group" in an attempt to reveal his identity and shorten the distance between them.

Faced with his overtures, Jiang Wenxi merely raised her eyelids, her expression unchanged, her tone indifferent and utterly calm: "Jiang Wenxi." These three words were her response to his self-introduction, devoid of any further pleasantries, exuding an aloofness that kept strangers at bay.

Those around them saw this and secretly thought: This Miss Jiang is indeed extraordinary. She is so indifferent to Qiao Jie's initiative to talk to her. Only someone with the status of the No. 1 Tan Palace Master can have such confidence.

Qiao Jie's smile froze for a moment, and he felt a little uncomfortable, but in the end he didn't dare to show it.