"Danny!"
As soon as Linus returned to the base, he couldn't help but lose his temper at Master Thief Danny Ocean.
"What do you mean?"
"Why did you agree on my behalf!"
"That's my family's skill; why should I teach it to him?"
Westerners also place great importance on inheritance; basically, it's very common for several generations of a family to do the same profession in the West.
Children of politicians enter politics, children of bankers go into finance, and descendants of businessmen remain businessmen; it's mostly like that.
Linus was still young and didn't have the idea of guarding his own treasures selfishly.
However, for one thing, he still remembered his father's instructions back then; those theft techniques he knew were developed through his father's decades of learning, repeated practice, and refinement, and they were considered a craft that would keep one from starving.
Secondly, Linus hadn't outgrown his rebellious phase yet and hated that Danny and Rusty had made the decision for him without his consent.
"Wait a moment, Linus!"
Danny nodded to him with a smile and then looked at his old friend Rusty.
"Do you think that guy is reliable?"
Danny harbored a certain amount of doubt and distrust toward Hunter, who not long ago only requested to learn three skills from them and didn't ask for any monetary reward.
Rusty shrugged. "There are so many people in the world; there are bound to be a few with eccentric personalities, right?"
"He doesn't want money, so we don't have to divide a portion from the others' rewards."
"Everyone can get over a million more us dollars because of this, isn't that good?"
These words were directed at both Danny and Linus.
Although Rusty was young, he truly possessed great wisdom and extremely high emotional intelligence.
After hearing his words, Linus, who had originally been somewhat indignant, couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
As for Danny, he actually only felt a certain lack of trust in Hunter because it was the first time he had met someone who could not be tempted by money.
After all, if even money couldn't control the other party,
Danny became even more uncertain about the truth of what the other party had said before.
Regardless of how they communicated and discussed it with their companions after returning,
the next morning, Hunter still took the initiative to go to the location Danny and the others had given him, following the address he had received previously.
From a distance, he saw that it was a warehouse.
There were people stationed outside the warehouse who tried to stop Hunter from approaching as he came over.
Without waiting to be driven away, Hunter spoke up: "Two men named Danny and Rusty told me to come here."
Two men who looked like bodyguards glanced at each other, and one said: "Wait here for a moment."
One man quickly entered the warehouse, and before long, Rusty came out following him.
"Hi, buddy."
Hunter nodded: "I'm here!"
Rusty greeted the bodyguards and led Hunter into the warehouse.
The warehouse was large, spanning several hundred square meters.
Upon entering, Hunter immediately saw that the center of the warehouse had been partitioned into several spaces of different sizes using various alloy plates.
One of these sections was directly facing him, and it only used alloy plates to form three walls.
Thus, Hunter saw at a glance that the layout inside looked exactly like the internal defense system of a certain vault.
Early in the morning, a thin Asian Youth was constantly practicing within that set-up space.
Seeing Hunter's arrival, Master Thief Danny Ocean, who was standing by watching the thin Asian Youth train, immediately put on a smiling face and came over to greet him.
"Hunter, you're here."
An imposing old man smoking a cigar had been standing with Danny.
When he saw Hunter approach, a very obvious expression of contempt appeared on the old man's face.
"A typical American-style old white male!"
Hunter had seen many such people over the past six months or so.
Therefore, his gaze only lingered on the man for a moment before turning back to Danny.
He roughly guessed the man's identity; the man carried a hint of arrogance and hostility toward him.
If nothing was amiss, it should be Reuben, the casino owner who was funding Danny and the others' operation.
Nodding to Danny, Hunter said bluntly: "I don't know what you want my gambling skills for."
"However, I want to collect my payment first."
"You're quite confident, aren't you, yellow boy?"
Reuben looked at Hunter arrogantly. After hearing from Danny about how they found Hunter, as a casino owner, he naturally had no good feelings toward a gambler who could easily take money from a casino, and even felt a bit of hostility.
Hunter looked at him with a calm gaze. "I don't know why you're hostile toward me. I don't believe I know you."
"Are you a racist? If so, then I'm out."
With just two sentences, Reuben was so choked that he even gasped for air.
A mouthful of smoke was swallowed directly into his stomach, causing him to cough violently.
"Reuben!"
Danny gave him a reproachful look but was also somewhat surprised by Hunter's sharpness.
Yesterday, they told Reuben that they had invited another master of gambling skills to join the theft team targeting Terry Benedict.
Because he was a casino owner himself, Reuben immediately showed strong hostility toward Hunter.
Fortunately, Hunter had taken the initiative to request that he would not share in the potential 150 to 160 million us dollars in cash with everyone.
Ultimately, Reuben had pinched his nose and reluctantly accepted it.
But Danny didn't expect that after meeting Hunter today,
this guy Reuben would actually show such strong hostility again, which was keenly sensed by the other party and used as an opportunity for a round of sarcasm.
"Cough, cough!"
Reuben coughed for a good while before finally recovering.
In the past, he was considered a famous casino mogul here in Las Vegas.
However, because of his own gambling addiction, he was later set up by Terry Benedict. A gambling game was rigged, causing him not only to lose hundreds of millions of us dollars but also to lose the Bellagio, one of the seventeen largest casinos in Las Vegas, to Terry Benedict.
But even so, Reuben still had a net worth of hundreds of millions of us dollars and was still a very wealthy man.
Being choked by Hunter, Reuben felt he had lost face in front of others.
Immediately, his expression became even more unsightly.
"Kid, this operation is being funded by my money."
"I don't care what method you used to bewitch Danny and the others into agreeing to let you join our team."
"They say your gambling skills are extraordinary. I must first verify how good your skills are."
"Reuben!"
Danny didn't expect Reuben to give him so little face as to want to test this Asian gambling master he had specifically invited.
But Reuben was indeed the sponsor of this operation and had already spent nearly two million us dollars for them so far.
Danny and the others really couldn't ignore his words.
On Hunter's face, there was still no visible emotional change.
With his acting skills upgraded to LV5, although he couldn't yet laugh or cry at will, he only needed a little bit of preparation.
Controlling his facial expressions was even simpler.
Rusty stood to the side, ready to step forward and mediate at any moment.
As it turned out, Hunter simply replied plainly: "Sure, but since you invited me here and you're the one initiating the challenge, I won't play without some stakes."
Seeing his indifferent attitude made Reuben feel extremely annoyed.
He immediately agreed: "Fine. I heard you don't care about money, right? Danny offered you a reward of over ten million us dollars, and you refused."
"So, how about we set the stakes at sixty million?"
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"If you win, I'll give you sixty million us dollars."
"If you lose, you give me sixty million us dollars. How about it?"
Reuben didn't believe at all that this guy was as miraculous as Danny and the others said, nor did he think about the possibility of losing money.
Just a moment ago, he suddenly remembered that he still had over sixty million in savings in the bank.
Reuben didn't think the Asian Youth in front of him could produce sixty million.
What he wanted was to ruthlessly suppress this kid and let him know who the boss was here.
So as soon as he finished speaking, Reuben wore a mocking expression, staring intently at Hunter, wanting to see him show a look of fear or trepidation.
However, when he looked over,
what he saw was a calm face with a hint of scrutiny and doubt.
"Are you sure?"
"You should know, no one dares to owe me money!"
Reuben failed to see the expression he wanted, and the anger in his heart grew even stronger.
"Big talk. Think about whether you can really produce that much after you lose."
"Alright then!"
Hunter sighed; good advice can't save a ghost determined to die.
Meeting an old white male here who was somewhat racist and hostile toward gamblers was something he hadn't expected.
Glancing at Danny and Rusty, Hunter saw that neither of them had any intention of mediating.
He immediately labeled these people in his heart as those not to be befriended deeply.
Hunter didn't hold back either: "I'm good at Sic Bo, Pai Gow, Mahjong, and Cards. I won't bully you."
"Let's play Cards. You decide the rules. Five rounds in total. You choose your opponent."
"If I lose even one round, I lose the whole thing. You can cheat however you want, as long as you don't get caught by me."
"Alright, after you."
"Or do we need to verify assets?"
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