Qiao Zhaoxing followed the waiter into the room Mu Xiaogui had arranged for him. He waited inside for a full half hour, making sure no one was outside, before slowly opening the door.

To my surprise, as soon as I took a step, my legs were grabbed tightly by a pair of small hands.

A chill ran straight to the top of his head, and all sorts of ghost stories echoed in Qiao Zhaoxing's mind. He subconsciously closed his eyes and kept chanting "Taishang Laojun, Amitabha" under his breath.

"Brother Qiao, I knew it was you."

The child's innocent voice rang out, and Qiao Zhaoxing was so frightened that he dared not open his eyes, yet the voice sounded strangely familiar to him.

Qiao Zhaoxing mustered his courage and opened his eyes, only to see Mu Suye staring wide-eyed, covering her mouth and chuckling.

Qiao Zhaoxing patted his chest. "You scared me to death! What are you doing here?"

Mu Suye politely said, "Uncle Xiaogui asked me to come. Is Brother Qiao afraid of ghosts?"

Qiao Zhaoxing only noticed her address at this moment and quickly corrected her, "What do you mean, Brother Qiao? Stop adding seniority to yourself. Call me Uncle... or Grandpa."

Mu Suye puffed out her cheeks and said seriously, "You're taking advantage of me."

Qiao Zhaoxing broke down and said, "You're the one who took advantage of me."

Seeing the figure of a waiter gliding by in the distance, Qiao Zhaoxing pulled Mu Suye into the room and only peeked out again after the waiter left.

"Brother Qiao, are you an undercover agent sent by the police?"

Qiao Zhaoxing asked in horror, "How did you know?"

Upon hearing this, the police chief, who had been monitoring the situation through the cameras, rubbed his face hard. How could he be so easily tricked into revealing information by a child? Was it really reliable to ask him to help gather information?

Fortunately, Mu Suye thought Qiao Zhaoxing was playing some kind of game, and immediately raised her hand to apply, "I want to be an informant."

Qiao Zhaoxing's eyes lit up. "Do you know what's on the bottom deck of the ship?"

"I know, Uncle Xiaogui asked me to go down to visit Third Grandfather tonight." Mu Suye lowered her voice mysteriously.

Qiao Zhaoxing also whispered, "Can you take me with you?"

"Of course, Brother Qiao." Mu Suye smiled like a cat that had just stolen some cream.

Qiao Zhaoxing solemnly corrected him, "From now on, you are not allowed to call me Brother Qiao anymore."

After some haggling, the identities of "Black Cat Sheriff" and "Squirrel Team Member" were finally confirmed.

Following behind Black Cat Mu, Squirrel Qiao fled left and right, finally arriving at the cold underground floor.

On the other hand, Qiao Xia's luck with gambling was really bad. She tried everything—dice, poker, blackjack—and didn't win a single game.

The chips in front of Mu Xiaogui were so numerous that they blocked his view, but there was little joy on his face. As the number of chips in front of him increased, his expression became more and more unpleasant.

According to the information he had recently gathered, Qiao Xia and Mu San had a close relationship, but the bargaining chips she offered were beyond his expectations.

This made him wonder what kind of opera Mu San was performing.

"Has the Qiao family really gone bankrupt? I've never seen so many chips at a gambling table before."

"Losing by so much, Qiao Xia didn't even blink. Truly worthy of the Qiao family. Only Young Master Mu could match such composure, right?"

"Shut up!" Mu Xiaogui roared, grabbing the dice and throwing them at the person who had spoken.

Caught off guard, the man was smashed on the head and bled profusely. The crowd fell silent. Although no one said anything, they couldn't help but mutter to themselves that the collateral branch of the Mu family was indeed not presentable.

Mu Qi is getting more and more crazy.

"I lost, so why are you in such a hurry?" Qiao Xia shook the dice in her hand with great interest. She always saw people in TV dramas who could tell the numbers just by listening to their voices, but she listened for a long time and still couldn't figure it out.

With 10 minutes left until 12 o'clock, Qiao Xia still had 1 billion left to spend, so she exchanged all the remaining money for chips and pushed them forward.

"Next round, one billion. Since I lost with great composure, could you let me ask you a question too?"

"Okay." Mu Xiaogui breathed a sigh of relief. He had lost all patience to continue playing with her. "You decide what to play."

Qiao Xia grabbed the dice beside her. "Let's see who guesses the number closest to the number I rolled."

Qiao Xia stared intently at the clock on the wall, then shook the dice cup vigorously a few times before slamming it down on the table in the last minute. "You guess first."

Mu Xiaogui paused for a moment, then said, "I guess 21."

“Then I’ll guess 23,” Qiao Xia followed up.

Opening the dice and looking at the numbers inside, Qiao Xia was speechless for a moment. The reason was simple: there were six dice in total, and Qiao Xia rolled five ones and one two, which added up to a total of seven.

If it were a contest of who rolled the lowest number, Qiao Xia's result would naturally be excellent. However, the current number, which is far from their guess, undoubtedly makes the two who had just made such a confident statement look like complete idiots.

"You won." Qiao Xiaqiang calmly pushed the chips on the table toward Mu Xiaogui.

Qiao Xia's table was empty, while Mu Xiaogui's table was piled high with chips.

At that moment, the clock struck twelve, and Qiao Xia spent the remaining five billion in the last minute.

Mu Xiaogui's expression also stiffened, but then he breathed a sigh of relief, "The game is over, it seems I won."

Qiao Xia looked at Zhao Yuncheng standing behind her, and Zhao Yuncheng shook his head at her without saying a word.

Mu Xiaogui curled his lips and reloaded the gun he had unloaded. "Since we're done playing, let's settle the score. Police pistols, you guys really don't care about me! Cops aren't welcome here."

[Use the "dangerous detour halo".]

Qiao Xia quickly stepped in front of Zhao Yuncheng.

"Bang--"

The bullet veered off the barrel just before it pierced Qiao Xia's chest.

Mu Xiaogui looked at the gun in his hand and shook his head vigorously, wondering if he had drunk too much, otherwise how could he have witnessed such an illogical scene?

Qiao Xia didn't give him a chance to react.

“We’re in international waters now, let’s go big.” Qiao Xia handed the card to Zhao Yuncheng, “5 billion.”

Before long, a small mountain of chips had also piled up in front of Qiao Xia. "I remember that Mu San spent three years on Wall Street and brought back 10 billion yuan from the Mu family."

Qiao Xia rested her chin on her hand and said, "In the final round, if you win, then congratulations on beating Mu San, who was 18, at the age of 25."

Mu Xiaogui gritted her teeth and said, "You're asking for death!"

Qiao Xia calmly said, "Do you remember the question you just promised me? I want to ask you if you dare to make this bet with me?"

From the moment Qiao Xia sat down, not a single question Mu Xiaogui asked deviated from Mu San's line, so Qiao Xia concluded that he would not refuse.

In fact, despite the twitching muscles on Mu Xiaogui's face, he still gritted his teeth and agreed, "Miss Qiao, please."

Qiao Xia shook her finger, "The person you bet with in the last round wasn't me, it was him."