Chapter 888: Assemble, staking a thousand pieces of gold on one throw (2/2)
A sensation rose in crowd. Many people stopped what they were doing and came over to have a look. If Tang Li lost this bet, he’d have nothing left! Discussions broke out around them while the three middle-aged men at the table remained unmoving. Neither did the onlookers dared to make any big moves. Under these circumstances, it was more exciting to watch the show.
“This master’s sure refreshing!” Uncle Cheng laughed, quite satisfied with Ning Jing’s behavior. He looked around the table and asked, “Does anyone else want to bet?”
Long Feiye was quite calm as he pushed out 5,000,000 chips and bet on a “small” just like Tang Li. Uncle Cheng gave him a polite smile without much thought. After all, there were so many masked guests at the gambling house, and 5,000,000 chips were paltry before Tang Li’s pile.
Tang Li glanced over carelessly once again. Han Yunxi was already cursing his thoughtlessness under her breath. But the real reason was that her and Long Feiye’s disguises were too well done.
“Won’t you play?” Long Feiye asked her quietly.
“I’m not interested. Just watching is fine,” Han Yunxi might like to gamble, but she didn’t play games of pure luck or cheating. 30,000,000 chips to buy a single seat won’t cost me anything if I return all the chips after the show.
Long Feiye didn’t press her. The dealer asked the table for bets one more time until he was sure no one was throwing any stakes, then opened up the container of dice. At this moment, a low and sexy voice emerged from the crowd to turn a bunch of heads.
“Hold it, this young gentleman wants to bet!” it was obviously an affected voice and not that of the original owner.
The crowd broke apart to open a path for a dark robed man that strode carelessly to the table. His clothes were low-key and mysterious, but his mask was incomparably showy! It was carved from pure gold and shone dazzlingly beneath the lights. Compared to his ostentation, the girl behind him was much more discreet. She was about 17 to 18 years old and dressed in yellow. A wide hat surrounded by a curtain of white gauze covered her head and obscured her features from view. Both Han Yunxi and the crowd disregarded the girl to focus on the black-robed man. She really wanted to ask him whether his gold mask was heavy.
Tang Li saw that someone had stolen his thunder and looked a little unhappy. The black-robed man and the yellow dress girl had hardly sat down when he urged impatiently, “If you want to bet, then hurry up. Don’t waste this grandpa’s time.”
The black-robed man glanced at the chips already on the table and asked, “How much is in this pile?”
“Master Tang bet 50,000,000 chips, while that Master Qin bet 5,000,000,” Uncle Cheng explained before asking in a professional tone, “This gentleman, how much will you two bet?”
The black-robed man ignored Uncle Cheng to look towards the three middle-aged men who hadn’t bet at all. He chuckled and said, “Aren’t you guys playing?”
The trio were experienced types who were more interested in money than the gambling that came with it. They wouldn’t act rashly or fall prey to mockery, so they all shook their heads in tandem. One of them smiled politely and said, “I’ve just played a few rounds and want to take a break. You guys enjoy yourselves.”
But the black-robed man immediately turned nasty. “If you’re not playing, then don’t stick around. You’re getting in the way of this young gentleman’s fun!” As he spojke, he waved disdainfully at Long Feiye and Han Yunxi. “5,000,000 chips? If you can’t afford to play, stay on the sidelines! Don’t block this young man from slaughtering Thousand Gold Pavilion with the other gentleman!”
At his words, Uncle Cheng’s expression shifted, while Ning Cheng grew displeased from the darkness. Who else could this black-robed man be, except for Gu Qishao? Ning Cheng had come to discuss Blacktower with him and their plans for tomorrow, but he’d sauntered his way to Tang Li’s side instead. He and Mu Linger had 60,000,000 chips each--not bought, but taken outright. What was he doing here instead of playing perfectly well at the gambling house next door?
“Master, shall this subordinate call Gu Qishao back?” his retainer asked.
“No need. Watch what he’s planning for now,” Ning Cheng said coldly. After interacting with Gu Qishao in the past few days, he could more or less understand the man’s moods. It was impossible to call him back when he went somewhere, and he still trusted in Uncle Cheng’s patience. He didn’t fear Gu Qishao making a ruckus or winning his bets. Going over there now would disturb Tang Li’s interest instead.
After all, those sunk into the gambling tables couldn’t afford to be disturbed. Otherwise, they’d come to their senses all too soon.
Gu Qishao joining in might not be a bad thing. He could make Tang Li even crazier!