The oppressive silence sharply contrasted with the clamor from the casino.
When Yan Sijue walked in, he too distinctly sensed this.
He took off his black sunglasses, and his eyes, darker and more profound than six years ago, slightly narrowed. A glance seemed to shimmer with ripples falling into it, yet leaving no trace.
"What happened?" His trip to the Gambling City was absolutely confidential, and he wasn't keen on any unexpected events interrupting his plans.
The person in charge was sweating even more.
"Yan... President Yan..." he smiled apologetically, "It's like this, there's a guy who's been extraordinarily lucky in the casino, hence the excitement..."
Is that all?
Yan Sijue raised an eyebrow gently and didn't ask further, allowing the person in charge to breathe a massive sigh of relief as he hurried to invite him to the VIP room.
