83: I Didn't See It

I Didn't See It

All of them were donning masquerade masks.1

Song Wenqi also put on a mask when he strode into the glass room.

In this place, no one in the glass rooms knew the identities of the other patrons, but those who were able to enter the glass rooms knew very well that everyone else was not to be trifled with.

At the same time, on a large display screen suspended above the massive gambling table in the middle, the number '9' lit up, and the neon lights surrounding it flickered.

The audience instantly whipped into a frenzy.

Every new participant in the glass rooms was another high-rolling patron whose stakes they stood a chance to win.

The patrons around the gambling table were actually people with considerable wealth. Those who could enter the underground casino had to have more than a million yuan in active funds; otherwise, they were barred from entering.

Each of these people had more than a million yuan in active funds, yet they were still unqualified to enter the glass rooms—one could only imagine how unfathomable the wealth of those who were able to enter the glass rooms were.

These patrons held the lofty delusion that they might ascend to the next level overnight. Indeed, some truly had the fortuity to increase their assets ten-fold in the span of a single night.

On the other hand, some would lose everything they had here and would even end up bearing a huge debt. However, this would not stop them; their unwillingness to admit their losses, the heady atmosphere and the sky-high stakes would have them continue dreaming about making a comeback overnight…

However, reality was no fairy tale. These people often did not achieve the turnaround that they had imagined; rather, what awaited them was immense pressure from never-ending debts and, eventually, ending themselves when they could no longer take it.

And the source of all this was actually something very simple.

Card games.

The simplest game, with the highest price.

Today's game was the simplest of all.

'Guess the points'.

A new round of games began at the gambling table. The patrons around the table placed their chips on the points, while the VIPs in the glass rooms would tap on a monitor to the front-left corner of their rooms to make their bets.

Their stake and the points they bet would be shown on the display above the gambling table.

Lu Ning did not sit at the monitor. Instead, she sat on the sofa in the middle with Song Wenqi and observed the scene below.

Sitting in front of the monitor was one of Song Wenqi's lackeys. He stared at the monitor, where an array of points had already appeared.

He turned and glanced in Song Wenqi's direction.

Song Wenqi peered sideways at Lu Ning.

She sat there quietly with her legs crossed.

Five seconds passed before she spoke. "I didn't see it."

When they entered the room, it happened to be time to shuffle the cards at the gambling table. Lu Ning did not have time to observe it.

Song Wenqi was not angry. He picked the wine glass from the table and waggled it sideways in his hand.

"No rush, brat. But you have to see the next round clearly."

His words were casual, but Lu Ning did not miss the bloodlust lurking beneath his breath.

At the corner of the room, a ban sign appeared on the monitor; no more bets were allowed.

However, that did not mean they could choose not to participate in this round.

On the big screen below, room no. 9's stake was still displayed—two million.

However, the points indicator was empty. The people below could not help but be shocked; they all raised their heads to look at room no. 9.

There were rules in the glass rooms.

As long as you entered the glass rooms, you had to participate in every round. Even if you did not make a bet within the time limit, the system would still deduct the minimum bet from you; and, the minimum bet in the glass rooms was two million yuan per round.

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