ATPnovel Chapter 294: The Gamble Begins
Chapter 294: The Gamble Begins
Old Mo was overjoyed; he never expected that coming to take revenge would also bring him a huge fortune.
Old Mo is not stingy when he makes a fortune, so he also distributed money.
One night, the story of Old Mo, this Asian man, spread throughout Las Vegas.
This Eastern man is not only a skilled gambler, but also possesses considerable power and ability.
The Lil's Mafia, which had been entrenched in Las Vegas for so many years, was wiped out by this Asian man in just one night and one day.
I heard this man is particularly willing to spend money to seek revenge. That makes it even more terrifying.
I believe that after today, no one will dare to mess with Old Mo anymore.
Caesar and Ferramin were now quite busy. They not only had to deal with the official repercussions of Old Mercer's affair, but also take over the Flamingo.
Although flamingos don't have gambling licenses, it has to be admitted that they are also golden goose chickens.
Old Mo, however, was not affected by this incident. The next day, he still took Ye Zimei to Hoover Dam.
Of course, this time, Larmi brought dozens of men, heavily armed, to protect the two of them at all times.
As long as the boss is generous, they're willing to work their ass off. Besides, Lao Mo is an extremely generous person.
Larmi, like the most obedient dog, not only protected Old Mo and his companion but also acted as their tour guide.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Over the past three days, a shocking piece of news has emerged from Las Vegas.
Yes, the Las Vegas Grand Hotel is going to bet against Caesars Palace.
This kind of thing didn't happen even once in the past few years.
Because the cost to the initiator is too high.
But this time, it really happened.
As a result, the news spread like wildfire throughout Las Vegas, just like during the New Year.
Tickets for the Las Vegas Grand Hotel that night were extremely hard to come by.
Yes, that night, the Las Vegas Grand Hotel was no longer a place anyone could just walk in and out of. To watch the game, you had to buy a ticket.
Besides, many people are running off-the-ground gambling operations. It's said that the total amount wagered has exceeded 100 million.
The owner of the Las Vegas Grand Hotel is named Barton Hilton, but everyone likes to call him Barton.
This guy not only owns the Las Vegas Grand Hotel, but also the Hilton Grand Hotel.
This guy is also an ambitious man. This time, he brought in American gambling god Torres from Renault, the birthplace of the old casino.
He wanted to take this opportunity to seize control of both of the other party's casinos.
Just as Caesar coveted his hotel, so too did Patton.
10 PM.
The betting game officially began.
The layout inside the casino is still pretty much the same.
In the center of the room was a large, long oval table, with the two gamblers each sitting opposite the long oval table.
In the middle are the dealers and the referee team.
Around the venue, hundreds of people who had bought tickets to watch the spectacle sat.
One is Torres, the American gambling god who has never lost. Legend has it that this guy hasn't lost since he became famous.
Therefore, everyone in the gambling world wants to come and admire the God of Gamblers' demeanor.
The other one was Mr. Chen from the mysterious East. This guy, once he made a move, he was astonishing.
In one night, he raked in two billion dollars in Las Vegas. His strength is certainly not to be underestimated.
Tonight is destined to be a fierce battle.
Unfortunately, current equipment is limited, so we can't broadcast it live.
This indirectly led to tickets for tonight's show being resold for thousands of US dollars each.
"Alright, it's 9:50 PM now. Please welcome the gambling icon, our American gambling god, Mr. Torres."
At that moment, a searchlight shone on the entrance.
A tall, white man in a black suit and shiny leather shoes walked out.
Most importantly, this guy was wearing a mask. His mask mainly covered his eyes, but not his nose. He looked incredibly mysterious.
Yes, apart from those in the upper echelons, very few people below know what the God of Gamblers looks like.
That's right, it's that mysterious.
When the God of Gamblers appeared, everyone applauded. There were also shouts and screams. The scene was in an uproar.
Torres waved and greeted everyone before striding to his seat and sitting down.
That figure was so dashing.
Goodness, this guy's wearing a mask? As if nobody doesn't.
Old Mo, who saw Torres backstage, flipped his hand and took out a mask from his spatial storage, putting it on.
He also took out a small mask and put it on Ye Zimei.
Yes, you wanted to be mysterious, right? Well, let's be mysterious too.
Old Mo didn't want to reveal his appearance to the public so soon. He was still thinking about making a splash at Renault!
Since you've done this, it's exactly what Old Mo wanted. Old Mo had already prepared the mask, and now it's perfect to use it.
When Lao Mo appeared, the applause was enthusiastic. Ye Zimei's figure, in particular, made the gamblers cheer.
Ye Zimei was wearing a tight-fitting outfit tonight, so she wasn't exposed. The gamblers continued to howl.
Old Mo ignored them and led Ye Zimei to their seats, where they sat down.
Ye Zimei also asked for a chair and sat behind Lao Mo.
Across from him, Torres laughed: "Mr. Chen, you bring your wife along when you go gambling? Have you never seen a woman before?"
Torres, a cigarette dangling from his lips, stared at Old Mo and said with a mocking tone, his words dripping with sarcasm.
Old Mo chuckled and said, "Mr. Torres, as a gambling god, you don't even have a girlfriend. Are you impotent?"
I rely on.
This guy dares to mock me for not having a woman? Am I someone without a woman?
Torres laughed in exasperation: "Very well, Mr. Chen. They say even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. You, an Easterner, are quite confident!"
Old Mo laughed and said, "Of course, many of those who call themselves gambling gods have died at my hands. You're not the first, and you won't be the last."
The moment the two stepped onto the stage, their conversation was filled with hostility and tension.
The chief referee quickly picked up the microphone and said, "Alright, everyone, welcome to the Las Vegas casino. Tonight, we're having a unique gambling match."
The stakes are 3 billion each. The game lasts two hours; whoever wins the most money within those two hours wins.
The referee stopped abruptly, without immediately announcing that the stakes were among the three casinos. He only stated that the chips on both sides totaled three billion.
Three billion is a truly terrifying number.
Everyone quieted down.
The chief referee announced loudly, "Now, please determine the terms of the bet."
After speaking, his gaze fell on the two of them.
Torres shrugged and said, "I don't mind. Mr. Chen has come all this way, I won't take advantage of you. Let you decide!"
Old Mo chuckled and said, "Since that's the case, then I won't stand on ceremony. How about we play a dice game? You shake, I guess; I bite, you guess; we take turns. Are you up for the challenge?"