Hunter was soon brought to a relatively quiet corner of the hall, where there was a gambling table with people playing quite enthusiastically.
The leading strong man who brought him here watched near a few tables for a while, then walked over to someone and said something he didn't catch.
Because the man had his back to Hunter, even though he had just triggered the 'Lip Reading' skill, he couldn't understand what was said.
But the middle-aged man, who originally looked a bit distressed, soon showed a hint of joy on his face. He nodded, said a few words to his partners at the table, and then left with a small amount of chips.
Hunter was quickly invited over and sat at that gambling table.
"Gentlemen."
"Mr. Salite has left your game for some reason."
"Here, there will be a new guest joining your game."
Hunter sat down at the table casually. Within his line of sight were three middle-aged white men in suits and a Middle Eastern man wearing a traditional Arab headpiece.
He nodded indifferently. He couldn't be bothered to care that the other three at the table didn't show him any welcoming attitude. Looking directly at the dealer, Hunter asked calmly, "Let's start!"
"Wait!" A middle-aged white man looked at the chips in front of Hunter and frowned, saying, "The verification chips for our table need to reach over one million us dollars."
"This gentleman's chips don't meet the standard at all!"
At the Bellagio Casino, the largest chip provided was 100,000 us dollars. Hunter took a quick glance and saw that in front of the other three, even the one with the least had over one million us dollars. The one with the most had nearly four million.
Seeing that the strong man who brought him over didn't speak but stood to the side without intending to leave, Hunter just smiled and shrugged. "What does it matter? If I lose, at most I'm just delaying you for a few minutes."
"Who would turn away money?"
Hunter, with the hand wearing the luxury watch, grabbed a few chips and kept shaking them. "And what if I win?"
The middle-aged white man who spoke first looked unhappy and seemed to want to get up and leave. But the richest man at the table, the Middle Eastern man wearing a traditional Arab headpiece, spoke up: "Let him stay. It's just a mere one million us dollars. This gentleman can afford it..."
Clearly, this Middle Eastern tycoon recognized the value of the luxury watch Hunter was wearing that evening. After he spoke, the other three indeed didn't say anything more.
Seeing his gaze, Hunter just smiled and nodded indifferently without saying much. He didn't have much interest in gambling. The reason he stayed in the casino and didn't leave was simply to farm more experience points for a few of his skills.
Besides, wanting to get rich overnight in a casino was purely a pipe dream. Hadn't he just shown a little bit of his ability? He had only made a small profit of over 200,000 us dollars, and as a result, he was 'invited' by the casino to the high-roller area, wasn't he?
He estimated that for an old-school casino like this, the limit they could accept a skilled gambler winning at once was probably around one million us dollars. And even then, he would be scrutinized for cheating. After all, the money won was basically snatched from the dealer's mouth.
Therefore, guests like Hunter would likely be blacklisted after appearing at a casino once. "It seems that in the future, if I want to play in casinos again, I can only look for these high-roller games."
Thinking this, Hunter looked at the dealer again. The same middle-aged white man who had first questioned him asked at this moment: "Still playing Blackjack?" Everyone looked at Hunter, and he shrugged indifferently. "I don't care, do whatever you want."
Previously, in order to upgrade the Card Skill, Hunter had played every game he could find in the evening that fell under the category of Card Skills, whether it was poker or mahjong. Therefore, he understood the basic rules of some Card Skills. Moreover, having just raised his Card Skill level to level 4, many new ways to play and techniques regarding various poker games had been added to his mind.
Furthermore, he didn't care about winning or losing at all. It was just a few hundred thousand us dollars; even if he really lost a few million us dollars, if it could raise his Card Skill level by another two levels, Hunter would feel it was worth it. There was no helping it; the higher the skill level, the more difficult it was to upgrade. Hunter had already experienced this deeply. He now had many skills that had reached level 5, but unfortunately, it was too hard to raise them to the max level.
Seeing this newcomer gambler being so casual, the people at the gambling table all felt a sense of being slighted. For a moment, everyone thought about giving this guy a harsh lesson later. The new round, under the unfriendly gazes of several people, soon began again.
Over an hour later, Oss looked gloomy. Frank, the manager of the Bellagio Casino, couldn't stop wiping the sweat from his forehead. After quietly exchanging a look with Oss, he left quietly.
There was no way around it. In this corner of the casino, what should have been an ordinary high-roller game had changed completely after they brought that Asian Youth, who had previously shown extraordinary gambling skills and turned 10,000 us dollars into over 200,000, to this high-roller table!
By the time Frank received the notification and arrived, he realized that of the five people at the table, except for the Asian Youth they had semi-forcibly sent over a short while ago, the experience of the other four could only be described as terrible.
Those four people who could be sent to the high-roller table by the Bellagio Casino, while not necessarily super-rich, each had a net worth of at least tens of millions of us dollars. Especially the one from the Middle East, whose family was said to be from the royal family of a certain country in the Middle East. Although royal family members were a dime a dozen in the Middle East, you couldn't beat the "cloth on the head, I'm the richest in the world" attitude! That tycoon from the Middle East had a net worth of at least several hundred million us dollars.
If it weren't for the fact that he had just arrived in Las Vegas and hadn't played at the Bellagio Casino many times, Frank felt that given how much their boss, Terry Benedict, valued VIPs, the VIP room should have been opened to him.
But just now, in order to teach a lesson to the Asian Youth who seemed to have some gambling skills, they sent him to this high-roller table, and that Asian Youth had performed with astonishing gambling skills just as before. In just over an hour, the Asian Youth had not only won most of the chips from the other four people at the same table but had also provoked two of them into exchanging another million-plus us dollars in chips each.
Frank calculated and discovered that the Asian Youth had actually won over six million us dollars in their casino in an extremely short period of time. Although the dealer's capital belonging to their casino was only a mere few tens of thousands of us dollars.
But watching several potential VIPs, whom his own boss had personally instructed him to take good care of, lose so miserably in the casino today... And to make matters worse, Frank had confirmed with the technical side and the staff monitoring nearby that the Asian Youth had absolutely not cheated.
As the manager of the casino, Frank immediately realized that this was no longer a matter he could suppress. After all, their casino boss, Terry Benedict, was a casino tycoon who was meticulous about everything and had a very strong desire for control. Frank walked quickly; he knew that the boss left the casino at 7:00 every evening to meet up with his girlfriend, who was the manager of the casino gallery, to have dinner together. Therefore, he quickened his pace. He managed to intercept his boss before Terry Benedict left. "Boss, something has happened at the casino."
With that one sentence, the face of Terry Benedict, who was usually stern and serious, immediately took on a chilling expression.
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