Following Yang Jian all the way to the reception hall on the second floor, as the bodyguard standing by the hall opened the door...
I found that a gambling game was in progress inside.
Besides Young Master He, there were five other gamblers dressed like big bosses.
Just like Young Master He, these gamblers all had arrogant expressions, their mouths and noses upturned as they looked at people.
Seeing this scene, my slightly tense nerves relaxed a little.
Since there was a gambling game, it indicated that there was unlikely to be any danger to my life during this meeting.
After all, committing murder in public was a serious crime.
At the same time, I was also curious about what purpose Young Master He had in calling me here this time.
As I was thinking this, Yang Jian had already led us in.
After walking through the door, Li Wenting and I were searched by the bodyguards inside once again.
After confirming that everything was fine, the bodyguard let Yang Jian continue to lead us forward.
As we approached the gambling table, Yang Jian suddenly changed direction and gestured for us to sit down on the chairs first.
Seeing this, I did as I was told.
At this moment, the main character, Young Master He, was playing cards with a Cuban cigar in his mouth, his face full of cold indifference.
Just like in Hong Kong, the most popular card game in Macau is Stud Poker, and the stakes are very high.
Within a few minutes of sitting down, just two or three hands, Young Master He had lost nearly a hundred million in chips.
Of course, I didn't believe that losing a hundred million chips in a few hands was just playing around.
At this moment, Young Master He suddenly stood up, supporting himself with his hand on the table, and said, "I'll skip two hands to relieve myself, you guys play on!"
After speaking, without waiting for anyone else's consent, Young Master He directly turned and walked away from the table towards the hall exit.
As he passed me, I saw Young Master He give me a wink, signaling me to follow him out.
Although I wasn't sure what his plan was, I still got up and followed him out.
Li Wenting also wanted to follow, but I stopped her with a look.
Since I was already on Young Master He's territory, if he really wanted to kill me, there was no way to guard against it.
After all, all the bodyguards in this villa were armed.
If he wanted to kill someone, he just needed to find a secluded spot and shoot the target directly.
Following Young Master He out of the hall, we walked all the way to the end of the corridor on the second floor, where he suddenly turned around, stopped in front of me, and said, "I asked you to come today because I need your help!"
"As long as you're willing to help, I can guarantee that last night's matter... will be written off!"
I didn't blindly agree, but first asked him what help he needed.
Young Master He blurted out, "I've watched the footage of you in the Gambling King competition. Your gambling skills are almost at the level of a master."
"You can attack or defend, switch between winning and losing freely, and others can hardly detect it!"
"See those guys inside? They are all business partners I've painstakingly found. They like to play cards with me when there's nothing else to do!"
"Out of politeness, I can't refuse them!"
"Your task is to go in later and replace me at the table to play Stud Poker for about two and a half hours!"
"Remember, the chips I've lost so far are about five hundred million. After two and a half hours..."
"Not only do you have to help me win back the five hundred million I've lost, but you must also win one hundred million from each of them!"
"The most important thing is to win without anyone noticing, without letting them discover your identity!"
"If you can do this, after the job is done, I'll give you half of the winnings as a reward!"
After hearing Young Master He's words, I was immediately stunned.
It wasn't that I was surprised that winning one hundred million from them in two and a half hours was difficult.
It was that I doubted Young Master He's purpose in doing this.
If he simply wanted to swindle those business partners, he could have found some unfamiliar "dark lights" from his own establishment to do the job.
They could easily complete the task, and he wouldn't have to share half of the winnings.
This way, he would save money, remain undetected, and be more reliable than hiring an outsider.
But for some reason, Young Master He handed this lucrative job to me, an outsider.
A ten-billion bet, a two-hundred-and-fifty-million reward!
This wasn't just a windfall; it was a veritable shower of money!
But if so much cash fell at once, it would surely kill someone.
Therefore, I had no reason to accept.
With this thought, I opened my mouth and replied, "I'm sorry, Young Master He, I'm afraid I..."
Before I could finish, Young Master He interrupted me, "I hate it most when people refuse me! Especially repeatedly!"
"Chen Xiang, don't push your luck!"
Patting my shoulder heavily, Young Master He said with a cold face, "If you dare to refuse me again, I'll have you killed as soon as you leave!"
Before his words had even finished, Young Master He turned and walked towards the restroom.
The moment Young Master He left, I immediately took out my phone and sent a message to Mr. He.
I told him that his son had kept me at the villa and asked him to find a way to rescue me as soon as possible.
My intuition told me that the reason Young Master He was inexplicably forcing me to gamble for him was likely related to the Gambling King competition finals tonight.
He might want to stall me, to consume as much of my time as possible, to prevent me from appearing at the finals on time.
If nothing unexpected happened, this gambling game would definitely not end in two and a half hours!
After sending the message, I began to constantly ponder in my mind what I should do next.
Should I firmly refuse, or should I endure humiliation and pretend to cooperate.
After much consideration, I decided to make a decision after Mr. He made a move.
...
After Young Master He finished using the restroom, I followed him back to the hall.
As he led me to the gambling table, Young Master He directly asked me to sit down.
Seeing this, one of the men with a slicked-back hairstyle asked in surprise, "Young Master He, what... what do you mean by this?"
In response, Young Master He replied with a satisfied smile, "It means nothing, Uncle Fa Cai! I just had bad luck today and my stomach wasn't feeling well, so I invited a friend to substitute for me."
"No way, Young Master He? You found someone to replace you without a word. This joke... seems a bit too much, doesn't it?"
"Exactly! What if this guy is one of your establishment's people?"
Upon hearing this, Young Master He immediately became angry, his eyes widening as he shouted at the middle-aged man named Uncle Fa Cai, "What do you mean, Uncle Fa Cai? You don't trust me?"