Then, the large iron gate in front of us clicked open a crack.

Each member is only allowed to bring one extra person in.

"clear!"

Kun Sheng led Lin Dong through the door, and as soon as they entered, the iron gate behind them slammed shut.

The two walked through a spacious hall and, after a thorough body search, boarded the private elevator to the fourth floor under the cold gaze of eight guards in black.

From the third floor to the fourth floor, it's over in the blink of an eye.

Stepping out of the elevator, there is a long corridor, nearly 10 meters wide, with a guard in black standing every few meters on both sides.

Lin Dong's X-ray vision casually swept over them and he discovered that these people were all carrying weapons such as pistols and grenades.

What kind of gambling requires such tight security?

Or perhaps the bookmaker who runs this betting game is someone with a very powerful background?

With such a strong security presence along the way, who among those who come in to gamble would dare to have any wicked thoughts?

The two walked through the long corridor and finally arrived at a silver-gray door.

Two male staff members in white suits politely opened the casino doors for them.

Upon entering, the first thing that catches the eye is neither the green gambling tables nor the surging crowds.

The gambling hall, which covers an area of ​​about 1,000 square meters, was shrouded in shadow. Only two tiered stands could be vaguely seen on the left and right sides, where more than 50 people were already seated.

In the center of the hall, there was a gray square table with four white spotlights hanging above it, illuminating the area around the table as bright as day.

Two men sat facing each other on either side of the square table.

The man on the left is very young, probably not even 15 years old. He is wearing a loose gray-green military uniform and has a black ribbon tied around his forehead.

The boy's slightly immature face was expressionless and blank.

The man on the right, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, was wearing only a white long-sleeved shirt.

The indoor temperature was neither cold nor hot, but his pale face was covered with glistening beads of sweat.

On the gray table between the two men, a black revolver lay quietly.