In the deepest part of Hell's Kitchen stood a massive club. This was the core business of the Maggia gang, relentlessly extracting staggering wealth for them day and night. Even in the dead of night, the place was still brightly lit and buzzing with noise. Outside the club's main entrance, over a dozen gang members stood guard openly, the clear outlines of the firearms tucked into their waistbands visible.
As Du Mu approached the door, two men stepped forward to block his way.
"Routine check."
"Sure."
Du Mu didn't resist, allowing the gang members to use a metal detector to scan his entire body. All his gear and items were safely stored in his Game Inventory, anyway.
"No problem, go in."
Du Mu nodded and stepped into the roar of noise.
The interior of the club was vast, with all sorts of entertainment areas available. Du Mu glanced around and headed straight for the liveliest area, the casino. Behind every gambling table stood a seductive croupier dealing cards, her chest perpetually on the verge of spilling out. The gamblers around her stared wide-eyed, yet it was unclear whether they were looking at the cards or the deep cleavage.
Du Mu found an empty seat and sat down. The croupier behind the table immediately flashed a professional, charming smile.
"Sir, what would you like to play?"
"Fight the Landlord."
"..."
The croupier's smile froze. "I'm sorry, sir, we don't offer that game."
"How about Big Two?"
"No."
"You must have Tractor, then?"
"No!"
The croupier was so annoyed she could get fibrocystic breast disease. Are you looking for trouble on purpose?!
Du Mu pouted. "Boring. Then I'll bet on Big or Small."
"Very well, sir."
Finally hearing of a familiar game, the croupier instantly reverted to her business smile, picked up the dice cup, and began shaking it rapidly. Du Mu's eyes instantly widened, his gaze tightly following the shaking woman... the dice cup in front of the croupier. So bouncy, no, so fast a hand speed!
A dozen seconds later, the croupier stopped shaking, put down the dice cup, and asked, "Sir, how much would you like to bet?"
"All-in, of course! Betting Big!"
Du Mu aggressively tossed out a single chip!
Croupier: "..."
You call one chip 'all-in'?
Du Mu had filched this chip from another gambler; the betting dog hadn't objected at the time, so he figured the guy wouldn't mind.
Then, the alluring croupier lifted the dice cup. The three dice inside were a five, a five, and a six. Sixteen points—Big!
The croupier's expression remained unchanged, assuming Du Mu was just having a lucky streak, which wasn't uncommon in a casino. She expertly pushed two chips toward Du Mu.
"Congratulations, sir. Would you like to continue?"
"Of course!"
Ten minutes later.
"Deh deh deh deh deh deh deh deh deh deh..."
Du Mu hummed a cheerful little tune while sipping his cappuccino. In front of him, a small mountain of chips had accumulated, easily worth hundreds of thousands of U.S. dollars.
"...Sir, are you... still continuing?"
The croupier's voice was clearly trembling, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead. Winning fifty hands in a row—this could absolutely not be explained by mere luck! This was encountering a true master!
"Of course!" Du Mu nodded.
The seductive croupier took a deep breath and began shaking the dice cup with a frenzy. To distract Du Mu, she even deliberately pulled her neckline down a little further. The shaking lasted for a full five minutes, making Du Mu's eyes sore before she finally stopped.
"All-in! Triple!"
Without a second thought, Du Mu swept all the chips in front of him forward.
The croupier swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as she slowly lifted the dice cup.
Six, six, six!
Triple!
The chips instantly multiplied by dozens of times!
Instead, a look of relieved despair appeared on the croupier's face. She quietly pulled out her phone and began selecting her preferred coffin color. Losing over ten million 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 table, his eyes coldly fixed on Du Mu.
"Sir, please come with me for a moment."
"What? You want to welsh on the bet because I won?" Du Mu wasn't intimidated at all. He abruptly raised his voice, instantly drawing the attention of the surrounding gamblers.
The muscle man's mouth twitched. They might be a gang, but they had to maintain the superficial credibility of the establishment, or who would dare to play here later? He forcefully suppressed his anger and said quietly, "You misunderstand. It's just that the amount at this table is too high. How about moving to the VIP room for higher stakes?"
As long as they could separate Du Mu and take him away, he would be completely at their mercy.
"No need." Du Mu waved a hand, a playful smile on his face. "If you don't want me to keep playing, fine. How about this: if you pay me one hundred million U.S. dollars right now, I'll stop immediately?"
The muscle man looked aghast. "You might as well just rob us!"
Du Mu feigned surprise. "How did you know I was going to rob you?"
Muscle man: "???"
Before the words had fully landed, Du Mu suddenly pulled out an exaggeratedly styled Golden Desert Eagle and cracked a look of unrestrained glee.
"Everyone put your hands up!"
"This is a stick-up!"
In a hidden private room deep inside the club.
The Russian brute nicknamed "Hammerhead" was comfortably sunk into a sofa, his massive head noticeably large. A pair of furry, large hands were shamelessly kneading the bodies of two female croupiers.
"Hammerhead, have you considered the terms I offered?"
Sitting across from him was a man wearing black-rimmed glasses, who subtly frowned at Hammerhead's brazen actions.
Hammerhead didn't even lift an eyelid, his tone full of disdain. "Wesley, have Kingpin come to talk to me personally."
"Mr. Kingpin is very busy, but he has fully authorized me..."
"Then the discussion is off!"
Hammerhead's attitude was utterly arrogant, completely disregarding Wesley and the Kingpin behind him.
Wesley's eyes behind his lenses narrowed. "I hear a Demon Gang has recently sprung up, ruining several of your deals. If a partnership is established, we'd be happy to offer assistance."
"We don't need you to worry about it!" Hammerhead interrupted viciously. "That damn Demon Gang, I'll handle them myself!"
"Their leader seems to be quite capable. Relying on your side alone might be..."
"So what!"
Hammerhead slammed his massive head, creating a dull thud, and sneered, "Bullets can't even penetrate me! A mere Demon Gang thinks they can take down the Maggia? That's the biggest joke I've ever heard!"
"I'm telling you! In this territory of Hell's Kitchen, no one dares to provoke the Maggia!"
"And no one can afford to provoke the Maggia!"
"NO ONE!!"
Bang—!
The private room door was violently thrown open!
A subordinate rushed in frantically, shouting, "Boss! Bad news! O-outside, someone's robbing us!"
Hammerhead: "???"
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