Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

As upper-class people, they naturally knew the significance of this car, and couldn't help but wonder in their hearts, do the people in the executive department really have the courage to thoroughly investigate Paradise Hall?

Ye Fan ignored the strange looks and just calmly opened the car door and got out.

His cool and handsome face instantly made countless rich women's eyes sparkle with love.

Among them, a beautiful mature woman couldn't hold back her inner impulse, twisted her waist and walked to Ye Fan, handed her postcard, and said with temptation in her eyes:

"Handsome boy, if you are short of money, you can come and accompany your sister."

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan slowly turned his head, and a golden light suddenly flashed in his blue eyes, like a terrifying gaze reaching out from the abyss.

The woman felt a chill running from her feet to her head, her face instantly turning pale with fear. She looked at Ye Fan in horror, as if she had seen some terrifying monster. Ye Fan ignored the panicked look of the woman behind him and walked steadily towards the Paradise Pavilion.

The attendant at the entrance of the museum stopped Ye Fan and conducted a routine asset verification.

Here, without a million in gambling money, you're not even qualified to step through the door. Ye Fan calmly presented the black card with a 100 million limit, and the attendant just glanced at it lightly, his expression unchanged.

In this paradise, people who come and go every day are all rich people. A mere 200 million is just the most common entry level.

When Ye Fan stepped into the Paradise Pavilion, he was suddenly confronted with a scene of extravagance and debauchery.

The scene inside the Paradise Hall was the epitome of decadence and extravagance. Crystal chandeliers cast golden light on the greedy faces of gamblers, while maids in high-slit cheongsams flitted among them like butterflies.

Ye Fan stood at the entrance and suddenly realized that he was too out of place - he looked like a policeman who came to crack down on pornography and illegal publications.

This may not be conducive to his next plans.

After a little thought, Ye Fan called a maid and asked for hairspray.

He spread the hair gel evenly with both hands and brushed back all the loose hair on his forehead, instantly creating a hairstyle similar to that of the God of Gamblers.

In an instant, his entire temperament changed drastically, as if he had transformed from a cold-blooded executor into a high-spirited business tycoon.

Coupled with his kingly look of confidence and deep blue eyes, he instantly became the talk of the town.

Such an extraordinary handsome man naturally attracted the attention of everyone at the gambling table.

Beside the gambling table, a fat middle-aged man was looking at this stranger with greedy eyes. In his eyes, Ye Fan was just a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

"Hey bro, wanna play some dice?"

The man put on a hypocritical smile, and the fat on his face was squeezed into terraces.

Chapter 88 Everyone exclaimed, the gambling game continued to win

Ye Fan looked over and saw that it was a dice-rolling gambling table.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man quickly introduced the rules to Ye Fan:

"The rules are simple. Before rolling the dice, both parties say whether they want to roll high or low. Once they reach an agreement, they each roll the dice. Whoever rolls the number that matches their choice and is higher or lower than the other party wins."

After introducing the rules, the middle-aged man pretended to be generous and waved his hand, saying to Ye Fan: "Since I invited you here, then you choose first."

Ye Fan said without hesitation, "Choose the big one."

The middle-aged man sneered in his heart. In his eyes, no matter whether Ye Fan chose the big or small one, he looked like a rookie.

After all, he has been working in this Paradise for 5 years. During these 5 years, he has only focused on one thing, that is, the control of the dice. Now his control over the dice is superb.

The middle-aged man placed the six dice neatly on the table, then picked up the tin can, put the dice into it, and began to shake it rhythmically in his hands.

The sound of the tin can colliding with the dice was like the prelude to his victory. Seeing this, Ye Fan followed suit and also picked up the tin can, put the dice in it, and shook it in his hands.

With two "clang" sounds, the two men stopped their actions almost at the same time and opened the table to check the points. They saw that the points Ye Fan shook out were significantly higher than those of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief. He never expected that this young man who seemed to have just arrived would have such good luck on his first try.

Ye Fan bet 200 million in the previous round. According to the rules, his bet money has now doubled instantly to 400 million.

The middle-aged man was unwilling to lose like this, so he forced a smile on his face and said, "Young man, do you want to try again?"

Ye Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, a hint of confidence flashed in his eyes, and he said frankly: "Of course."

Thus, a new round of gambling begins.

The middle-aged man was more focused this time. He held the tin can tightly with both hands, a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes, and prayed secretly in his heart that he must win this round.

He shook the tin can frantically, as if he wanted to vent all his previous failures on the dice.

Ye Fan remained calm, shaking the tin can in his hand slowly and steadily. He looked so composed as if he had already secured victory.

There were two more crisp sounds, and the dice fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man stared at the table nervously. The moment he saw the count clearly, his face turned ashen.

The number Ye Fan shook out beat him again, and the amount of money he bet doubled to 800 million.

The middle-aged man was so anxious at this time that his eyes turned red. He didn't notice that a faint golden light was shining in Ye Fan's blue pupils.

What Ye Fan relied on was the Word Spirit Tianyan that he copied from Su Enxi.

This allows Su Enxi to accurately use Ye Fan's royal bloodline to drive the words of the controlling city to roll the dice, which is simply overkill.

With the help of this word spirit, Ye Fan can control the dice accurately, and no matter what number he wants to roll, he can do it easily.

It was as if he had a magic key in his hand that could open the door to victory at will.

The successive defeats made the middle-aged man increasingly angry and humiliated. He gritted his teeth and said, "Young man, it seems you're really lucky today. But, do you dare to increase the stakes and play another round? If you win this time, I'll give you all my chips."

As the middle-aged man spoke, he pushed all the chips piled up in front of him to the center of the table.

These chips were the result of his hard work accumulated over the years in Paradise Hall, and today he was completely risking his life.

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, and he said calmly: "Okay, I'll accompany you. However, if you lose, the 4000 million gambling money will all belong to me. Are you sure you want to gamble?"

The middle-aged man was so furious that he couldn't care less. He nodded heavily and said, "I'm sure! Come on!"

In this round, the people around seemed to notice the strange atmosphere and gathered around, surrounding the gambling table.

Everyone looked at the two confronting people curiously, wondering who would have the last laugh in this round.

From time to time, low whispers could be heard from the crowd. Some people were optimistic about Ye Fan, thinking that he had won consecutive games and was in high spirits; others thought that the middle-aged man was experienced and might be able to fight back.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but his slightly trembling hands still revealed his inner nervousness.

He slowly picked up the tin can. This time, his movements seemed particularly cautious, as if what he was holding in his hand was not a dice, but his entire fortune.

He carefully placed the dice into the tin, his eyes filled with determination, and began to shake it slowly and vigorously. With each shake, he prayed silently in his heart, hoping that the god of luck would be on his side.

Ye Fan remained composed, his eyes revealing an unfathomable depth.

He gently picked up the tin, put the dice in it, and shook it seemingly casually.

However, beneath that seemingly casual action, there was actually Huang's absolute confidence.

His eyes swept over the middle-aged man calmly, knowing clearly that the outcome of this game had been decided before it even started.

As the breathing of the people around them gradually became rapid, the two stopped shaking almost at the same time.

The middle-aged man slowly lowered the can, his hand still pressed against the mouth, hesitant to open it. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which slowly slid down his cheeks.

"You still haven't opened the jar?"

"Can't you see? Behind me, Ye Fan, a wind of victory is blowing, blessing me!"

"Because you only care about your own gains and losses, you have no qualifications to compete with me!"

Ye Fan spoke, standing calmly aside, his arms folded across his chest. What confidence, what arrogance, predicting his own victory before the game even reached its end.

His predictions were as irresistible as a king's orders.

"You're just a young man after all, don't be so arrogant!!"

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and suddenly opened the tin can.

The dice flashed strangely under the light, and people around looked out.

Although the number shaken out by the middle-aged man was not small, Ye Fan's number once again surpassed his.

There was a burst of exclamations from the crowd. Some people were amazed at Ye Fan's winning streak, while others felt sorry for the middle-aged man's defeat.

Chapter 89 Piercing the Head, Sakurai Kogure

The middle-aged man stared blankly at the dice on the table, as if he had lost his soul.

He couldn't understand why he had been gambling for so many years and yet he lost repeatedly to a guy who looked so young.

Ye Fan looked at the middle-aged man's distraught appearance, shook his head slightly, and didn't say much.

Since you've chosen to be a gambler and stake your life on this, you must be prepared to lose everything. If you don't even have this awareness, you deserve not to win!

He reached out and pocketed the mountain of chips in the middle of the table. At this point, his gambling money was already quite considerable.

“Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me?!”

The middle-aged fat man growled, he was a mixed-blood, a mixed-blood with C-level bloodline.

Over the years, he did not choose to improve his fighting skills. Instead, he used his mixed-race's powerful physical fitness to continuously improve his gambling skills. Now he has accumulated a total of 6000 million in savings.

If he is given two more years and allowed to slaughter a few more fat sheep, he will have enough money to enjoy the rest of his wonderful life!

This should have been a normal night, a night where he could have snagged a good catch, so why did he have to lose everything tonight?!

If he doesn’t accept it, he won’t accept it!

The middle-aged man stared at Ye Fan angrily. In his sleeve was a dragon blood serum sold by the Ghost Clan.

The cold needle tip pierced his skin, and the middle-aged man directly injected the entire tube of serum into his body.

Seeing that the gambling game was over, the people around gradually dispersed and continued their gambling activities.

But Ye Fan's winning streak quickly spread throughout the Paradise Hall, and many people were curious about this mysterious man who suddenly appeared.

The atmosphere in the casino reached a climax because of Ye Fan's consecutive victories. Ye Fan looked at the fanatical gamblers and estimated in his heart that the reaction he had caused was big enough.

It should be able to attract the attention of the top management of this casino.

And at this moment, Ye Fan smelled a smell of blood.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked behind him, looking at the middle-aged man sitting on the bench with his body twitching slightly.

Tsk, another idiot who injected himself with dragon blood serum?

How could a C-class hybrid like you withstand that kind of serum? I'm afraid you'll become Deadpool the moment it's injected.