By the time Terry Benedict arrived, Hunter was the only one left at that gambling table.
Upon arrival, he saw Hunter leaning back in his seat, calmly smoking a cigarette he had just lit for himself.
The moment Terry Benedict saw that handsome and young face, he frowned.
It wasn't because the other party was handsome, nor because he was too young.
Rather, as someone who always trusted his own eyes, it was the first time he failed to see any emotional fluctuation on someone's face upon their first meeting.
There was no excitement, even though he had just swept the board against four other players in Blackjack.
Looking at the chips in front of him, Terry Benedict estimated he had won at least six or seven million us dollars.
There was no fear either, even though his security chief and several Security Personnel from the casino were surrounding that handsome Asian Youth.
He continued to act as he pleased, sitting there and calmly smoking.
Looking at the guests sitting at other gambling tables not far away, who glanced over from time to time,
Terry Benedict's mood grew even worse.
"Are you sure he didn't cheat?"
Terry Benedict asked his casino manager once more; he had always been ruthless.
Previously, when someone dared to cheat in his casino and was caught, Terry Benedict had his men break one of the person's hands and one of their legs.
Afterward, he sent them to prison and hired the best lawyers to ensure they were sentenced to ten years.
Even so, Terry Benedict still felt it wasn't enough to appease his anger.
He tracked down the man's younger brother and had someone break both of his legs.
It was no exaggeration to say that in this Las Vegas full of vice and desire,
Terry Benedict had become one of the casino tycoons and had remained standing for all these years.
His ruthlessness had intimidated many people.
The casino manager, Frank, quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead and replied in a low voice, "Technical confirmed he didn't cheat. Manager Oss has been watching him nearby for over an hour now."
"If he really cheated, Manager Oss should have discovered it by now."
The implication was a secondary confirmation that the other party had not cheated.
But such an answer undoubtedly made his boss, Terry Benedict, feel even more uncomfortable.
As the manager of the Bellagio Casino, Frank naturally knew this as well.
Few casino owners have a clean heart, and even if that handsome Asian Youth had superb Card Skills,
the bulk of the money he won came from those unlucky wealthy men. However, if he hadn't won that money, it would have eventually been lost to the casino anyway.
In short, wasn't this Asian Youth essentially earning the casino's money?
It would be strange if Terry Benedict was in a good mood.
"Who sent you here?"
Terry Benedict walked up to Hunter and asked coldly.
He saw that this handsome Asian Youth was displaying an excessive amount of composure.
The meticulous and somewhat suspicious Terry Benedict immediately felt that for this guy to act this way, he must have someone backing him.
Perhaps it was even one of his old rivals.
After all, as a tycoon who had been entrenched in the Las Vegas for years, Terry Benedict had quite a few opponents.
Hunter had actually seen Terry Benedict when he walked over.
The moment he saw this man, his heart sank slightly.
He immediately realized that he had likely encountered another character from some plot.
There was no helping it; Terry Benedict's cold, middle-aged white man face was just too recognizable.
However, although he guessed he might have accidentally triggered some plot again,
not a single trace of emotional change could be seen on Hunter's face.
Since his Acting skill level had broken through to LV5,
he had become increasingly adept at controlling his emotions and expressions.
Hunter looked at Terry Benedict, only a slight smile appearing on his face.
"What, is your casino only allowed to make money, but others aren't allowed to win?"
"Or are you saying you've caught me cheating?"
Terry Benedict was immediately left speechless. If they had actually caught him cheating, Hunter wouldn't be sitting here anymore.
As the casino's security manager, Oss had been staying nearby.
Seeing his boss get snubbed, he immediately led several Security Personnel to step closer.
Seeing this, Hunter wasn't worried at all; he just looked at Terry Benedict with a faint, mocking smile on his face.
Terry Benedict's face, which usually appeared expressionless, was now constantly shifting with gloom.
By now, many people in the casino were looking this way.
He also realized that if this continued, someone would surely...
After a long while, he finally gave a cold snort.
Then he said to the casino manager, Frank, "Go, tell Ben to come over."
Frank was startled, but he still nodded in agreement. "Yes, Boss."
He walked a bit further away and spoke into his walkie-talkie for a few moments.
A few minutes later, a middle-aged white man wearing a Dealer's uniform walked over.
The man looked quite shrewd, and his eyes were bright and piercing.
As soon as he arrived, he bowed slightly to Terry Benedict. "Boss, you called for me."
Terry Benedict pointed to the table where Hunter was sitting and said, "Play a round with him. Go get five million us dollars in chips."
"If you win, you take the money. If you lose, I keep one of your hands."
The second sentence was obviously directed at Hunter.
Hearing this, Hunter's face still bore a smile.
"Who do you think you are? The Emperor of America? You decide whose hand you want? Are you even worthy?"
Hunter didn't show Terry Benedict any face at all. This casino tycoon, who had dominated the Las Vegas for years, immediately flared up in anger.
He gave a look to his security manager, Oss. Immediately, Oss led those Security Personnel forward to grab Hunter's shoulders and arms to haul him up.
At that very instant, Hunter suddenly grabbed a hand that was clutching his arm.
With a sudden burst of power, he pulled the man up and swung him around, slamming him hard onto the gambling table in front of him with an over-the-shoulder throw.
In the next moment, he struck rapidly.
Using both fists and feet, he targeted only the most vulnerable parts of their bodies.
Each punch was followed by a shrill scream, amidst the gasps of surprise from the tourists and gamblers in the casino.
In just a few easy moves, Hunter had knocked Terry Benedict's security manager, Oss, and those Security Personnel to the ground, leaving them unable to stand for the time being.
"You..."
Terry Benedict was startled. He hadn't expected this seemingly refined and handsome Asian Youth to have such incredible combat skills.
Hunter saw Oss curled up, still struggling to reach for the pistol at his waist.
He suddenly lunged forward and stomped on his hand.
*Crack!*
"Agh!"
With a scream, the sound of bones shattering came from Oss's hand.
He could no longer grip the firearm!
Hunter turned around indifferently, looked at the uncertain Terry Benedict, and said coldly, "If you can't afford to lose, don't open a casino!"
"I thought you were someone important, but you're nothing more than this."
"Do you really think I care about the pittance I won at your casino?"
"Heh!"
Because several of his skills had leveled up one after another earlier,
Hunter was in a very good mood, to the point that he didn't even care about the chips he had won!
After speaking, he looked at Terry Benedict mockingly for a while.
Ignoring the millions of us dollars in chips on the overturned gambling table,
he turned and left the Bellagio Casino...
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