You went on a blind date and presented an A-level wanted criminal as a meeting gift?

The hall was so noisy you could hear a pin drop.

All eyes were fixed on the comical 3 of diamonds, and then slowly moved from the 3 of diamonds to the limp Nine-Fingered Gambling King.

Finally, a torrent of awe, fear, and fervor converged and surged toward the young man who had been lazily leaning back in his chair the whole time.

Lin Chen ignored the stares of those around him.

He didn't even glance at the now completely crippled nine-fingered gambling king.

The large hand that was holding Su Qingge's slender waist was still domineering and warm.

With his other hand, he casually scooped up the mountain of chips on the table and gathered them into his arms.

slam-la-

That was the most beautiful symphony in the world, created by the collision of money.

The initial investment of one million US dollars grew to a heart-stopping figure in just half an hour.

Twenty-three million!

US dollars!

Su Qingge slumped into Lin Chen's arms, and she could even feel the steady heartbeat in the man's chest.

She looked at his disguised profile, filled with eccentricity and tyranny, and at his cynical yet all-seeing eyes.

At that moment, all thoughts of being the head of the serious crimes unit, the police badge, and honors vanished from her mind.

This man, amidst the thunderstorm at 10,000 meters altitude, is a god.

At the gambling table where people's hearts are filled with wickedness, there is a king.

He used the most domineering and unreasonable methods to forcibly drag her out of a conventional world, allowing her to see a bizarre yet incredibly exciting new realm.

Su Qingge's beautiful eyes sparkled with admiration, her pure adoration and love overflowing from her heart.

She fell for him.

Thoroughly.

Just now.

"Get out of the way!"

A cold rebuke.

The crowd of onlookers seemed to be violently torn apart by a pair of invisible giant hands, and retreated to both sides.

Two burly foreign men, each over two meters tall, wearing black suits and with muscles that stretched the expensive fabric as if it were about to burst, strode over.

Each step they took felt like a warhammer striking the hearts of everyone present.

That's not ordinary security.

Those were killing machines that crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The two walked up to Lin Chen's gambling table and stopped.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone thought a bloody conflict was about to break out.

However, what happened the next second left everyone speechless.

The two heavily armed security guards, exuding a menacing aura, suddenly bent down in front of Lin Chen, who was sitting calmly.

A perfectly standard and extremely respectful 90-degree bow!

"gentlemen."

One of them spoke, his voice low and deep, like metal rubbing together, carrying an undeniable chill.

"Our boss is already waiting for you in the VIP room."

Su Qingge's heart tightened.

Lin Chen smiled.

He slowly picked up a purple chip worth a million from the mountain of chips.

With a flick of his finger, the chip traced a dazzling arc in the air before he caught it steadily.

He turned his head and met the pair of beautiful eyes in his arms that were watching him intently.

On that face belonging to a "warlord's rich son," a sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Fish.

They finally took the bait.

"lead the way."

Lin Chen only said two words before putting his arm around Su Qingge and lazily standing up.

The two heavily armed security guards bowed again, then turned and led the way.

Lin Chen, arm in arm with Su Qingge, followed after them under the watchful eyes of countless people.

They did not take the public elevator.

The security personnel pressed a button on an inconspicuous wall at the far end of the casino, and a hidden door made of heavy alloy slid open silently.

Inside, there was a separate passageway that gleamed with a cold metallic light.

As the alloy explosion-proof door slowly closed behind us, the decadent hustle and bustle outside was completely shut out.

The world fell into a deathly silence.

It was as if I had stepped from the human world into a graveyard.

At the end of the passage is a dedicated high-speed elevator.

Keep moving upwards.

Ding.

The elevator doors opened.

A scent, a mixture of faint disinfectant and premium cologne, wafted towards me.

Before me was an incredibly luxurious yet eerie and deathly silent private room.

Beneath my feet was a soft, pure black carpet that absorbed all the sounds.

The crystal chandelier in the dome was only turned on at its dimmest setting, the dim light dividing the entire space into countless interplays of light and shadow.

In the very center of the private room, there was a huge circular leather sofa.

A man was sitting there with his legs crossed, in a lazy posture.

He was wearing a perfectly tailored Italian bespoke suit, with an unlit cigar between his fingers.

On his face, he wore a silver mask that gleamed with a cold metallic sheen.

The mask covered all his facial features, leaving only a pair of unfathomable eyes visible.

Those eyes, peering through the dim light, were quietly scrutinizing Lin Chen and Su Qingge as they walked in.

And around him.

Eight elite mercenaries, as sculpted as statues, spread out in a fan shape, firmly protecting him in the center.

They were all foreigners, with indifferent expressions, and each carried a heavily modified HK416 assault rifle in their arms. The dark muzzle of the gun silently exuded a deadly threat.

The murderous aura was so palpable that it made it hard to breathe.

A chill ran down Su Qingge's spine.

She could feel the gazes of the eight mercenaries sweeping over her and Lin Chen inch by inch, searching for a weakness that could kill them instantly.

This is not a casino.

This is a courtroom, and this is a slaughterhouse.

However, the arm holding her remained as steady as a rock.

Lin Chen's face still showed no sign of the arrogance and haughtiness that belonged to a "warlord's son".

He seemed completely oblivious to the terrifying pressure that could break anyone, and simply looked around the room with interest.

The moment he stepped into the private room.

[God-level Insight] has been activated!

Lin Chen's pupils suddenly contracted in an instant, unnoticed by anyone.

His gaze pierced through the dim light, past the eight menacing mercenaries, and locked onto the man wearing a silver mask in the center of the sofa.

A thick, blood-red light pulsed wildly above the man's head!

[Name: ??? (Code Name: Shadow)]

[Sin Value: 9999!]