Chapter 601 The Ferrari Knigh (2/2)

After he'd left the casino, Las Vegas immediately listed him in the Hall of Fame. A few of the bigger casinos then joined forces to rope in retired FBI agents to trail him and prevent him from visiting again.

As to why they hadn't listed him in the Hall of Fame previously, it was because according to regulations, those who hadn't entered the casinos before could not be listed—this was to entice patrons to visit.

Secondly, many dealers had thought that he was only all talk and wanted to challenge him.

But within a night, the entire group of dealers had been defeated and there was no one else who would dare challenge him to another game of Blackjack.

Hans said, ”Has it been ten years since he turned 21 years old? I haven't heard of him since. I actually thought he'd been killed off by the casinos.”

The Playboy shook his head and replied, ”No, Small Boy Kim is an intelligent chap. He made sure he got famous upon making his debut, so the casinos would not deal with him for fear of the consequences. No casino would dare to harm such a famous person—this is America after all.”

”Then why has there been no more news about him?” Hans asked, puzzled.

The Playboy explained, ”It's because he has been here in Las Vegas all along. Several casinos here have been putting him on a pedestal, as a commander of sorts for the Blackjack games. He can spend at will, as well as wine and dine at their expense.”

As they spoke, they walked into the casino. A lean, white, middle-aged man spotted them from a distance. While he was expressionless, there was a chilling look in his eyes.

Godzilla glanced at him, and whispered, ”This guy's a bad*ss. I've met such people before. They are all cold-blooded murderers.”

Li Du said, ”In the face of life or death, who would be the mightier between you both?”

”With a weapon in hand, he'd kill me. If unarmed, I could kill him,” Godzilla said.

The Playboy glanced at Godzilla in surprise; he knew the identity and ability of this middle-aged man. He was also well-aware of Godzilla's temperament, as someone who wouldn't overstate his ability.

Since Godzilla thought that he could kill the other man unarmed, then he would have to reassess Godzilla's fighting power. He seemed to have underestimated this mellow and quiet Mexican man.

The middle-aged man led the way, and they took the elevator to the top level.

It was also a casino, surrounded by one-way glass walls overlooking the scenery from the top.

A few gaming tables had been placed at the center—Texas Holdem Poker, Dice, Blackjack, et cetera—most of the trending games could be found there.

A blonde man who looked about thirty-something years of age saw them and laughed loudly. ”Akkalou, my good brother. You're finally back. I thought you had escaped just now.”

This man was very good-looking and suave. With his chiseled face structure, jewel-like blue eyes and his well-fitting tailored suit, he emitted a manly charm from head to toe.

The Playboy laughed, ”Where could I have escaped to? I only went to get myself some assistance.”

The man looked at Li Du earnestly. ”This oriental-looking friend is Chinese? Are you not going to introduce us?”

”No need to,” the Playboy said decisively. ”You guys won't be friends anyway.”

The man ignored him and stretched his hand out to Li Du in a friendly manner. Introducing himself, he said, ”I'm Alessandro Ferrari, my friends call me Knight. You can call me that too.”