"Hmm, that's enough. Including our own chips, we have over 85,000,000 now," Lin Kuang said with a laugh.
Upon hearing this, Mu Chengzhen blinked, standing completely dumbfounded. "Wait, we won 80,000,000 that fast?" he asked incredulously.
Lin Kuang nodded with a smile. "Yeah, our luck was great. We won all that in just a few hands. Come on, let's head to the VIP room."
With that, Lin Kuang pulled the stupefied Mu Chengzhen toward the VIP room. A few moments later, the three of them arrived, where a middle-aged man sat flanked by two beautiful women, one leaning against each of his shoulders.
"Mr. Zhang, this gentleman has arrived," the man who had escorted Lin Kuang announced with a smile.
Zhang Tianhong nodded, his gaze falling upon Lin Kuang. In truth, Zhang Tianhong was no tycoon or wealthy man. He was just an employee at this underground casino—or rather, a top-level cardsharp tasked with handling people like Lin Kuang.
