Chapter 60: Kingship at the Gambling Table
——She finally saw clearly what kind of peak her man was standing at.
At two o'clock in the morning, the confinement door on the bottom floor of the cruise ship slowly opened, and the heavy sound of metal friction echoed in the empty corridor.
Ruan Xingchen walked in wearing Mo Xiaohan's suit jacket, and the hem of her skirt swept across the wet iron plate, bringing a slight coolness.
This place is completely different from the luxury of the upper class——
The strong smell of blood mixed with the rusty smell of sea water hit my face. The various torture instruments hanging on the wall glowed coldly and hard under the dim light, and each one had been soaked in the wails of countless people.
Lisa Chen, the daughter of the Malaysian shipping tycoon and the woman who openly provoked Ruan Xingchen at the banquet, was now being held at the edge of the shark pool by Mo Xiaohan's bodyguards. The cold water flooded over her ankles, and a gray shadow vaguely visible at the bottom of the pool was swimming slowly.
"Are you satisfied, baby?" Mo Xiaohan put his arms around Ruan Xingchen's waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, his breath caressing her neck. "You said to feed the sharks, so I prepared a shark tank."
His tone was calm, but his right hand was pressing Ruan Xingchen's pulse - this was a test, but also a silent teaching.
Lisa's delicate makeup had long been ruined by her tears, her expensive dress was soaked by the pool water, and the diamond necklace around her neck, worth tens of millions, broke during her struggle. The broken diamonds were scattered all over the floor, gleaming with the water stains by the pool, just like her shattered pride.
"Mr. Mo! My father is Chen Boxiong! You can't—"
Mo Xiaohan didn't even look at her, but slowly took off his watch and handed it to A Tai who was standing beside him.
"Three minutes," he said calmly, his voice devoid of emotion. "The shark is hungry."
Lisa instantly let out a sharp scream and scratched the edge of the pool frantically with her nails, making a harsh sound but leaving only a few futile white marks.
"Wait." Ruan Xingchen suddenly spoke.
Mo Xiaohan glanced at her sideways, with a hint of indulgent inquiry in his eyes.
Ruan Xingchen walked slowly to Lisa and looked down at the woman who had been so arrogant just now.
"It would be so boring to throw it into a shark tank." Ruan Xingchen stared at Lisa's distorted expression and smiled.
She twisted her fingertips around Mo Xiaohan's tie and said, "Let her go to the gambling table. As for the stakes—"
"Let's bet on how much her father is willing to pay to redeem her life."
A hint of amusement flashed in Mo Xiaohan's eyes.
"As you wish."
In the center of the cruise ship's VIP casino, Mo Xiaohan held Ruan Xingchen and sat directly in the main seat.
This is the most important gambling table on the "Emerald Queen" - a pure black agate tabletop with gold edging, every inch of it is soaked in the smell of blood and money.
The most powerful figures in Southeast Asia were standing all around, but at this moment they even breathed lightly.
Lisa was held down by the bodyguard across from the gambling table, while Ruan Xingchen sat on Mo Xiaohan's lap, held in his arms.
The man flipped over a card with his slender fingers and casually explained the rules to her: "This is the high seas." He bit her earlobe, "There are no laws, only my rules."
"start."
As soon as Mo Xiaohan raised his hand, the dealer immediately pushed a new deck of cards in front of Lisa. The cards looked terrifyingly cold under the light.
"The rules are simple." He stroked Ruan Xingchen's waist and said lazily, "Miss Lisa's life will be decided in one round."
This was the scene that shipping magnate Chen Boxiong saw when he rushed over after receiving the news. In front of his only daughter lay a pile of bloody chips, left by her scratched fingernails on her palm. Meanwhile, Mo Xiaohan was holding Ruan Xingchen's hand, teaching her how to use her delicate fingers to push down the domino representing Lisa's life.
"Three hundred million." Ruan Xingchen suddenly spoke, his gaze falling across the table at Chen Boxiong. "Is your daughter's life worth that much?"
Chen Boxiong's legs softened and he almost fell to his knees: "Mrs. Mo! Cash turnover takes time..."
Mo Xiaohan chuckled, his fingers slipped into Ruan Xingchen's fingers, and took her to reveal the trump card -
Ace of Spades.
"From now on," he whispered in her ear, his breath surprisingly hot, "the interest rate will increase by ten million every minute."
When Chen Boxiong trembled as he signed the promissory note, Ruan Xingchen finally saw clearly the laws governing the operation of this world.
Mo Xiaohan is not a participant, he is the king who makes the rules.
Under the gilded dome of the gambling hall, the owner of the largest underground money house in Southeast Asia bowed and handed her a wine glass, the arms dealer personally pulled out a chair for her, and the arrogant shipping tycoon bowed his head and called her "Mrs. Mo".
And all this was because the man behind her never let go of his arm around her waist.
The darkness that once frightened her was now crawling at his feet like a docile hound.
The darkness was not an abyss, but she finally saw his full outline - those violent, cruel faces, the ones that sheathed their fangs for her.
"Are you scared?" he asked, biting her earlobe.
Ruan Xingchen looked at the dignitaries kneeling on the ground and smiled.
She turned around and sat astride Mo Xiaohan's legs, untied his tie in full view of everyone and wrapped it around her wrist.
"Afraid?" She licked her red lips, then suddenly leaned forward, her tongue lightly sweeping across his Adam's apple: "Now I just want to taste what it's like to be Mrs. Mo."
Mo Xiaohan's eyes suddenly darkened, and he picked her up and left the table.
Behind him, the dealer announced tremblingly: "The winner of this round is Mr. Mo."
No one dared to look up.
It was not until their backs disappeared that the casino let out a gasp of relief.
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