He spoke calmly, his voice devoid of warmth: "Dad, don't get angry yet. The most important thing right now is to find the money and belongings, and then cover up this family scandal. As for Gu Ruijie... once this is over, whether you beat him or kill him is up to you."
The car braked suddenly and stopped in front of an inconspicuous old building in the west of the city.
Inside the casino, the air was thick with the pungent smell of tobacco, alcohol, and cheap perfume.
Under the glaring incandescent lights, gambling tables were crowded with flushed-faced gamblers who looked like madmen.
The crisp sound of dice clashing, the dull thud of dominoes hitting the table, mingled with the winner's maniacal laughter and the loser's curses...
In the innermost VIP room, Gu Ruijie was emaciated, like a walking corpse whose life force had been drained.
His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the card table in front of him.
His designer suit was wrinkled and stained with unknown dirt, and his once meticulously styled hair was now a mess, like a bird's nest.
He has been losing for two whole days and two whole nights.
He pawned everything he could... his watch, his car...
He needs money, lots and lots of money, to maintain that facade of respectability and extravagance.
So he went back to the casino, hoping to win back everything he had lost.
But reality dealt him the heaviest blow.
Sitting across from him was the owner of the Black Panther Casino, a middle-aged man with a scar on his face and a sinister look in his eyes, known as "Black Panther".
"Young Master Gu, this is the last round."
Black Panther slowly shuffled the cards: "All your IOUs are here. If you win, we're even. If you lose..."
He paused, a cruel smile spreading across his face: "...Then don't blame me for personally visiting your residence."
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