In a luxury manor in Northwest Las Vegas.
Tess was wearing a red lace sheer dress, fully revealing her sexy figure.
However, in the past, her boyfriend and fiancé,
Who was one of the casino tycoons of Las Vegas, Terry Benedict, would have been unable to restrain himself long ago.
But today, from the time they had dinner together in the restaurant in the evening,
Tess had noticed that Terry Benedict seemed somewhat absent-minded.
This situation had almost never happened in the past.
She wanted to ask, but after being together for so long,
Tess also realized that her current boyfriend was a naturally suspicious and extremely controlling chauvinist.
As a result, right until they returned to their residence at night,
Tess didn't take the initiative to ask Terry Benedict if he had something on his mind.
And now, seeing her current boyfriend at bedtime,
Standing alone by the window sill in the bedroom with a glass of red wine, seemingly admiring the moonlight outside,
Tess noticed the deep frown on her boyfriend's face.
"Terry, did something happen?"
Tess finally couldn't hold back and asked her boyfriend.
Terry Benedict's train of thought was interrupted, but he wasn't angry.
He downed the red wine in his hand in one gulp and shook his head.
"I'm fine, Tess."
He said that, but Terry Benedict was still thinking about what happened in the casino a few hours ago.
Since he took over the family business and began gradually dabbling in casinos,
Although he was ruthless and had blood on his hands,
Terry Benedict prided himself on being a man of principle. In the past, those he targeted were all people who wanted to cause trouble in his casino by cheating.
Or people who had designs on his casino.
Regarding that Asian Youth today, Terry Benedict still couldn't be sure if he was sent by another casino.
But at least one thing was certain, and that was that he probably didn't cheat.
Yes, no cheating.
Terry Benedict was basically certain of this point now.
After that Asian Youth gambler left, he had summoned a large number of technical staff to study the casino's footage of his gambling sessions frame by frame.
But all the technicians almost unanimously judged that this person had real skill and likely truly didn't cheat.
As for the millions of us dollars he earned,
Perhaps it was just as the Asian Youth said—he really didn't care about it.
Afterward, Terry Benedict also discovered that the Asian Youth had extraordinary bearing and didn't seem to come from an ordinary family.
Most importantly, he was wearing a luxury watch worth hundreds of thousands of us dollars on his wrist.
One must know that luxury watches aren't like ordinary luxury goods; the markup on these things is too high, and their function is very singular, often seen as the most extravagant and useless of luxury items.
Therefore, unless someone has too much money to burn,
Terry Benedict had operated casinos for many years and had dealt with no small number of wealthy people.
He found that many wealthy people who came to his casino with net worths over ten million us dollars wore luxury watches worth only a few thousand or tens of thousands of dollars.
It was precisely because of this that Terry Benedict suspected that the Asian Youth might really be extraordinary.
To this end, although his subordinates had found the hotel where the other party was currently staying,
After they reported it to him, Terry Benedict still hadn't decided how to handle it.
Should he go and retaliate?
Or go to the door to apologize?
Terry Benedict hadn't made up his mind yet!
On the other side, in a converted warehouse in the city of Las Vegas,
A man who looked handsome, refined, and more like a university professor, Master Thief Danny Olsen, was currently quietly watching the warehouse under renovation.
Beside him, a man who was constantly chewing on snacks was reporting some information to him.
"The Asian Youth we met this afternoon in the Bellagio Casino is a gambling expert."
"Card games have great uncertainty, so even for me, if I want to maintain a high win rate while playing,"
"Aside from cheating, there are no other ways."
"But that guy, relying on his superb gambling skills, won several million us dollars in an afternoon purely through technique."
"That's definitely no ordinary character. When we were following him this afternoon, we were nearly discovered by him several times."
"He should have sensed that someone was following him."
"So, we could only confirm which hotel he's living in now."
The man chewing snacks was called Rusty Ryan, a professional gambler and con artist.
He was one of Master Thief Danny Olsen's most trusted partners. In the past, the two had partnered up to successfully complete multiple thefts that seemed impossible to others.
Having worked together so much, Rusty Ryan naturally sensed his companion's thoughts.
"Danny, you wouldn't be thinking of pulling him in, would you?"
"I admit that guy's skills are very good, but from the luxury watch on his wrist worth hundreds of thousands and his lack of concern for the millions he won, this guy shouldn't be short of money."
"Even if our mission is successful, the share he gets would be at most ten million us dollars..."
"With that little money, it's impossible to pull him into our mess."
Danny Olsen fell silent; his good friend Rusty Ryan had indeed guessed his thoughts.
He did indeed want to recruit that handsome Asian Youth he had seen in the Bellagio Casino this afternoon—the one with extraordinary skills and superb gambling techniques—into his team.
Their team currently had eleven people; ten of them were already confirmed for the operation, but one was still undecided for the time being.
Danny Olsen had organized so many people ostensibly to target the casino tycoon Terry Benedict, intending to steal 150 million us dollars in cash from his casino.
But the truth was, he didn't care about the money at all.
After Danny Olsen was caught and imprisoned for theft several years ago, his wife Tess chose to divorce him.
It wasn't until he was released from prison that he learned his ex-wife Tess, who had always worked in art appreciation, had actually gone to work as a manager in an art gallery at a Las Vegas casino.
Furthermore, she had met her current boyfriend there.
That boyfriend was the owner of the Bellagio Casino, Terry Benedict, whom Danny Olsen was preparing to target.
Seeing his friend fall silent, Rusty Ryan thought of the woman he had unexpectedly seen in the casino not long ago.
He hesitated for a moment before lowering his voice and saying, "I saw your ex-wife Tess at the casino today."
"It looks like her relationship with Benedict is unusual."
"Danny, you wouldn't be launching this operation just because of her, wanting to get revenge on Benedict, would you?"
This soul-searching question from his friend left the Master Thief Danny Olsen speechless.
After a brief silence, he shook his head slightly.
"It has nothing to do with that. I'm just short on money, so I want to get some."
Rusty Ryan frowned at his friend; he was basically certain of his guess.
But seeing his friend refuse to admit it, he didn't press him further.
Reaching out to pat his friend's shoulder, Rusty Ryan advised, "It's better that way."
"Tess hasn't had it easy either. After you were caught last time, Tess bore a huge amount of pressure alone."
"By the time I found out and went to look for her, she had already disappeared to who knows where."
"You're already divorced, and she's doing quite well now. That's enough."
Having said that, he turned and walked away.
There are some things where advice is useless.
Rusty Ryan knew that his friend had to figure it out for himself...
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