Chapter 602 The Small Boy Rival (1/2)

Chapter 602: The Small Boy Rival

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

As it was the first time Li Du had to deal with such a situation, he was unclear about what he needed to do. Luckily, Hans was by his side.

Hans used the tip of his elbow to gently nudge him, which implied that he could go up and interact with the other party.

”Hello, Mr. Ferrari. I am Li, Akkalou's friend.”

With that, Li Du shook hands with Knight Ferrari. As this person's surname and style were exalted, it seemed possible that he could be related to Enzo Ferrari, the creator of Ferrari.

Ferrari seemed like a very gentle person. Even though his expression was rather cold, he was very gracious in the way he invited Li Du and his company to sit down and have coffee—just like his nickname, Knight.

Despite that, the others were not as friendly. One of them, who was a middle-aged white man with reddish-brown hair and a large face, sneered, ”Are you today's challenger?”

As Li Du had no idea who he was and did not want to show his ignorance, he gave him a stern smile without saying anything.

Although he wanted to hide his ignorance about such a setting, people from the opposite side were clearly experienced and were able to read him like a book.

As such, the middle-aged white man laughed at him mockingly and said, ”It's your first time at a top floor casino, right? I have to remind you, Mr. Benidito, not all Chinese are Jeff Ma.”

The Playboy replied in a cold manner, ”He is not Jeff Ma, nor is he anyone you guys are familiar with. He is just a loyal friend who will be taking part in the gamble on my behalf. Once we leave the gambling table, he has nothing to do with any of this.”

Knight looked at him. ”You're still the same, Akkalou, you really can't change from your accursed old self.”

He shook his head as he spoke, a disappointed look on his face.

Li Du was unaware of the disputes between the two of them and was also not concerned with them.

The Playboy was right—he was here to help out and none of this had anything to do with him once he left the table.

It was not that he was apathetic—instead, he knew his own worth. Seeing Knight's group, he knew that Knight was not from a normal background and could possibly be the boss of Las Vegas.

The Playboy's identity was more mysterious. However, being a rival of Knight showed that he was also not ordinary.

What about Li Du? Truth be told, he was also not an ordinary person as he was possibly the world's only person with a little bug.

Despite that, when comparing only backgrounds, his was very ordinary. These people would not need to spend any effort to do away with him.

With his status, he was completely unable to intervene in the disputes between Knight and the Playboy.

Nonetheless, he tried his best to understand the current situation and the opponent. After hearing the words of the middle-aged white man with a large plump face, he asked in a soft voice, ”Who is Jeff Ma?”

Hans whispered in his ear, ”Your Chinese people's gambling god. He is called Jeffrey Ma, a genius who graduated from MIT and a prodigy of quantitative analysis.”

Jeffrey Ma possessed unbelievable mental calculation and prediction skills. At the age of 23, he and his team laid waste to the casinos in Las Vegas and Atlantic City.

Generally speaking, he brought along 100,000 dollars during the weekends and was able to bring back a few hundred thousand—or even millions—of dollars every time. His record for one night was 4,900,000 dollars.

Subsequently, a casino found out about Jeffrey Ma and his team and placed him on the Blackjack's Hall of Fame and the casino's blacklist.

However, they were too naive to think that they could stop this valiant Chinese gambling god with such a method. Fellow countryman Ma was well-versed in both Chinese and Western cultures, intensively studied blackjack and probability at MIT and even learned how to disguise himself in his parent's old home.

Of course, the disguise mentioned was just a simple change in his appearance through makeup techniques and prosthetics to hide his identity.