"Boss Kun, when will the 300 AK-47s I mentioned last time arrive?"

Kun Sheng's old face fell, and he said with a wry smile:

"Young Master Bai, it's not that I don't want to sell to you, it's just that the price you offered is too low, and I can't make any money."

Bai Yingteng's lips curled slightly, and he let out a cold laugh:

"Really? I've heard people say that you, Kun Sheng, are the most ruthless. You won't sell weapons unless you make a profit of three times or more. Are you still going to lend me the 5 million tonight?"

Kun Sheng's face fell even more, feeling utterly humiliated in front of Lin Dong. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and say:

"Borrow, of course we'll lend. The next game is about to start, you can't just leave us sitting here, can you?"

"Um...Young Master Bai, I'll take a loss on these 300 AKs, I'll give them to you at half price, how about that?"

Bai Yingteng smiled with satisfaction:

"Deal. I'll have someone send the $5 million over immediately. Remember, regardless of winning or losing, it must be returned in one hour."

"Also, the interest is 100,000 per hour."

Kun Sheng's smile froze: "..."

Damn, I've been tricked.

Bai Yingteng enjoyed seeing Kun Sheng's discomfiture, smiled nonchalantly, and lifted his leg to leave.

He suddenly seemed to remember something and turned to look at Lin Dong:

"Your name is Lin Dong? Where in China are you from?"

Lin Dong slowly sat back on the sofa and answered in the same indifferent manner:

"I'm from Southern Metropolis Daily."

"Oh? Southern Metropolis Daily? I know you, Lin Dong? Heh..."

Bai Yingteng's expression turned cold, and he turned and left.

Kun Sheng, standing to the side, was bewildered, wondering what kind of riddle the two were playing. He muttered to himself:

That shouldn't be the case. These two young people are completely unrelated. How could they have ever crossed paths?

Lin Dong stared silently at Bai Yingteng's departing figure, his brows furrowed, seemingly lost in thought.

By this time, the corpses and bloodstains on the gambling tables in the hall had been cleaned up.

A new round of Russian roulette is about to begin.

Bai Yingteng, the eldest son of the Bai family