In the deepest part of Hell's Kitchen, a massive club stood in a block.
This was the core business of the Maggia 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 main entrance, a dozen gangsters brazenly guarded the area, the clear outlines of their bulging firearms visible at their waists.
As Du Mu approached the door, two of them reached out and stopped him.
"Routine check."
"Alright."
Du Mu did not resist, allowing the gangsters to scan him with a metal detector.
Anyway, all his equipment and items were stored in his game inventory.
"No problem, go on in."
Du Mu nodded and stepped into the clamor of noise.
The club's interior was vast, with all kinds of entertainment areas readily available.
Du Mu scanned the area and walked directly to the liveliest casino section.
Behind each gambling table stood a sexy dealer dealing cards, their chests alluringly exposed, and the surrounding gamblers stared wide-eyed, unsure if they were looking at the cards or the cleavage.
Du Mu found an empty seat and sat down, and the dealer behind the table immediately showed a professional and charming smile.
"Sir, what would you like to play?"
"Fight the Landlord."
"..."
The dealer's smile froze: "I'm sorry, we don't offer that game."
"Big Two?"
"No."
"You must have Tractor, right?"
"No!"
The dealer was so angry her breasts hurt, 'You're deliberately trying to cause trouble, aren't you!'
Du Mu pouted: "Boring. Then I'll bet on Big or Small."
"Yes, sir."
Finally hearing a familiar game, the dealer immediately reverted to her professional smile, picked up the dice cup, and began to shake it rapidly.
Du Mu's eyes instantly widened, his gaze fixed on the shaking fe... dice cup in front of the dealer.
So bouncy, no, such fast hand speed!
After more than ten seconds, the dealer stopped shaking, put down the dice cup, and asked: "Sir, how many chips would you like to bet?"
"All in, of course! Big!"
Du Mu threw out a chip with great swagger!
Dealer: "..."
One chip and you dare call it all-in?
This chip was pilfered by Du Mu from another gambler. That gambling addict didn't refuse at the time, so presumably, he didn't mind.
Immediately after, the sexy dealer lifted the dice cup, and the three dice inside showed five, five, and six.
Sixteen points, Big!
The dealer's expression remained unchanged, assuming Du Mu had simply gotten lucky, which was not uncommon in a casino.
She deftly pushed two chips in front of Du Mu.
"Congratulations, sir. Would you like to continue?"
"Of course!"
...
Ten minutes later.
"De de de de de de de de de de..."
Du Mu hummed a cheerful tune while sipping his cappuccino.
By now, a small mountain of chips had piled up in front of him, easily worth hundreds of thousands of U.S. dollars.
"Skill: Gambler's Apprentice's Blessing"
"Description: Your gambling skills have reached perfection; you are almost unrivaled in the casino."
"Evaluation: Chen Daozai once won 25 million with 20 yuan; it's no problem for you to win 5 million with 200,000 yuan. But please remember, the money won cannot be spent; it can only be used for charity, otherwise, it will bring bad luck."
With this skill, Du Mu's gambling skills were only slightly inferior to the God of Gamblers.
Unfortunately, there was a powerful debuff at the end, otherwise, tomorrow's rich list would probably have a different name.
"...Sir...are you...still continuing?"
The dealer's voice was noticeably trembling, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead.
Winning fifty hands in a row—this could absolutely not be explained by luck. This was a master!
"Of course!"
Du Mu nodded.
The sexy dealer took a deep breath and began to furiously shake the dice cup.
To distract Du Mu, she even deliberately pulled her collar down a bit further.
This shaking lasted a full five minutes, making Du Mu's eyes ache before it finally stopped.
"All in! Triple!"
Without thinking, Du Mu pushed all the chips in front of him forward.
The dealer swallowed with difficulty, her fingers trembling, as she slowly uncovered the dice cup.
Six, six, six!
Triple!
The chips instantly multiplied dozens of times!
A tragic, relieved smile appeared on the dealer's face. She silently pulled out her phone and began choosing the color of her preferred coffin.
Losing tens of millions of U.S. dollars in one night, the Maggia Gang would be merciful if they didn't chop her up and feed her to the dogs.
Just then, a muscular man in a black suit approached the gambling table, looking at Du Mu with cold eyes.
"Sir, please come with me."
"What? You win money and then you want to renege?"
Du Mu was completely unafraid, abruptly raising his voice, instantly attracting the attention of the surrounding gamblers.
The muscular man's mouth twitched.
They were a gang, true, but the club's superficial reputation had to be maintained; otherwise, who would dare to come and play in the future?
He suppressed his emotions and said softly: "You've misunderstood. It's just that the amount at your table is too large. How about moving to the VIP room with higher stakes?"
As long as Du Mu was taken away alone, he would then be at their mercy.
"No need."
Du Mu waved his hand, a playful smile on his face: "If you don't want me to continue playing, that's fine. How about you pay me 100 million U.S. dollars right now, and I'll stop immediately?"
The muscular man looked absurd: "You might as well just rob us!"
Du Mu feigned surprise: "How did you know I was going to rob you?"
Muscular man: "???"
Before he finished speaking, Du Mu suddenly pulled out an exaggerated golden desert eagle, a wild grin spreading across his face.
"Everyone put your hands up!"
"This is a robbery!"
...
Deep inside the club, in a private room.
The Russian strongman nicknamed "Hammer Head" was comfortably slumped in the sofa, his massive head particularly conspicuous, and his two hairy hands were kneading the two dealers as if no one else was present.
"Hammer Head, how have you considered the terms I proposed?"
Sitting opposite him was a man wearing black-rimmed glasses, who frowned slightly at Hammer Head's blatant actions.
Hammer Head didn't even lift an eyelid, his tone full of disdain: "Wesley, tell Kingpin to come and talk to me himself."
"Mr. Kingpin is very busy, but he has fully authorized me to..."
"Then there's nothing to discuss!"
Hammer Head's attitude was extremely arrogant, completely disregarding Wesley and Kingpin behind him.
Wesley's eyes narrowed behind his glasses: "I heard a Devil Gang recently emerged and ruined several of your businesses. If a cooperation is reached, we'd be happy to provide assistance."
"You don't need to bother yourselves!" Hammer Head interrupted viciously, "That damned Devil Gang, I'll deal with them myself!"
"Their leader seems to be quite strong. Relying solely on your side, I'm afraid..."
"So what!"
Hammer Head slammed his massive head, making a dull thud, and sneered: "I can't even be penetrated by bullets! A mere Devil Gang thinks they can take down the Maggia Gang? That's a huge joke!"
"Let me tell you! In this territory of Hell's Kitchen, no one dares to provoke the Maggia Gang!"
"And no one can afford to provoke the Maggia Gang!"
"No!!!"
Bang—!
The private room door was violently flung open!
A subordinate rushed in, flustered, shouting: "Boss! This is bad! Out... outside, someone's robbing us!"
Hammer Head: "???"