A luxurious room.
The croupier who was just at the table now knelt on the floor, trembling with fear.
Opposite her sat a woman in a qipao, her face cold as ice.
"You lost over ten million, and you still have the face to come back? Someone, drag her out and use her as fertilizer!" the qipao woman ordered indifferently.
"Ah! Please, Black Sister, no..."
Before the croupier could finish speaking, two burly men charged forward.
A towel thrust against her mouth, the croupier struggled for a few moments before immediately fainting.
"Bring Elder Liu here!" Black Sister commanded coldly.
"Understood, Black Sister!"
A moment later.
An old man with short hair, wearing a gray suit, walked in.
"Little Black, did you need something?" Elder Liu asked casually as he sat down on the sofa.
"Hmph! Turn on the surveillance from just now," Black Sister demanded with a snort.
A staff member turned on the surveillance of the table where Zhang Xiaohao had been playing.