She still couldn't figure out the man's stance and purpose, but for now, she clearly had to go along with him. As for what would happen next...
Let's consider it later.
"If that's the case, then thank you very much." The waiter breathed a slight sigh of relief and moved on to check the next audience member, ignoring the man.
The waiters were quick, and soon they identified a string of spectators who appeared to be heretics.
"Is everything alright now?"
The two monkeys on the stage stared at the empty seats and asked in a sinister tone.
"No problem, the performance can continue. Now it's our own business."
The waiters nodded to them and led the selected audience members straight to the elevator.
Just as the last waiter was about to step into the elevator, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and pointed to the stage: "Wait, we missed one here."
"This is our distinguished guest who came up to help with the performance."
The monkey's tone grew increasingly cold, clearly having crossed a line. It bared its teeth and hissed like a wild beast as it warned him.
“That could also be heresy,” the waiter retorted without backing down.
"Are you implying that we are deliberately protecting heretics?!"
"It's just a routine check, there's no need to be so sensitive. Doing so will only make you look more suspicious."
As the waiter spoke, he slowly walked toward the stage.
"Is this the attitude of your casino?!" One of the monkeys was about to pounce in a fit of rage when another reached out and forcefully pressed it to the ground.
“Let him investigate,” it said coldly. “But afterwards, we’ll need to negotiate with Miracle Casino and our…”
The waiters didn't care about their attitude and stood expressionless in front of Fang He.
He pulled the throwing knives off the turntable one by one, finally placing the one embedded in Fang He's palm.
The bleeding, which had stopped, started flowing again.
The waiter casually tossed the throwing knife to the ground and then wiped the blood off his fingers.
"Let me see." He continued to untangle the shackles on the roulette wheel. "Distinguished guest, how many chips do you have?"
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