From 2 pm until now, his winnings at the gambling table are less than HK$90 million.

Without the casino's involvement, revenue was cut in half.

"Mr. Lu, would you like to exchange tonight's chips for checks or cash?"

A bright-eyed, white-toothed young waitress considerately replaced the ashtray in front of Lu Futian.

"Give it to me a check. This 100,000 is for you as a tip. Thank you for your hard work."

As Lu Futian spoke, he stood up and casually tossed a 100,000 yuan chip into the waitress's hand.

The beautiful waitress was overjoyed, her eyes shining, and she hurriedly pocketed this unexpected windfall.

Nearly HK$90 million worth of chips were piled up on a large pallet.

The beautiful waitress, who had just made a fortune, picked up a large tray of chips and followed Lu Futian to the exchange window.

For a beautiful young woman like her, as long as she is proactive and knows how to get things done, it's not difficult to get her assigned to the VIP lounge.

The salary doesn't need to be high; it can even be completely negligible.

These days, if you occasionally encounter a few big winners who win big money, a single tip can be enough to cover half a year's or even several years' worth of her income.

If one is even luckier, and one day catches the eye of a billionaire, then it's truly a case of a pheasant flying off a branch and becoming a phoenix...

Inside the English casino, Lu Futian flicked two fingers and tapped the HK$89.6 million cash check in his hand, producing a clear and melodious sound.

Although today's harvest was a bit less, everything went smoothly and did not affect the plans to be carried out next.

As agreed with Deng Tiangang and Bengyaqu, tomorrow is his last day to inspect the Yingjili site.

After tomorrow, the Dong Sheng Gang and the 13K will make their move, and the underworld landscape of Macau will once again undergo a major transformation.

Lu Futian was lost in thought when he unknowingly walked out of the casino.

He was just about to ask the waiter at the door to call a taxi when a black Mercedes-Benz sped up from the street.

With a creak, it abruptly stopped in front of Lu Futian.

The driver's window rolled down, and a head popped out: "Are you Lu Futian?"

"Who are you? What do you want?" Lu Futian asked warily.

"My boss is looking for you. Come with us."

Before Lu Futian could react, the car door slammed open, and two burly thugs in black jumped out.

The two men, one on each side, supported Lu Futian and shoved him into the back of the car without saying a word.

"What...what are you doing? Let me go!"

Lu Futian was extremely anxious and struggled desperately a few times, but to no avail.

"Don't bother, you'll soon understand what's going on... Drive!"