The night was falling.
Outside Yin Cheng Club, luxury cars were gathered.
"The boss of Yin Cheng Club is He Yifeng. He opened this club two years ago. It offers a wide variety of entertainment services and quickly became known as the top club in Hangjiang, making a fortune every day."
"He Yifeng's background is quite mysterious. Few people know his connections. From what I've found out, he has an unusual relationship with Yuan Ke, the young master from Jiangbei."
In the evening breeze, Jiang Tiansheng said respectfully.
"The Yuan family from Jiangbei?"
"Yes, it is said that today, several people from the Yuan family of Jiangbei have arrived and are staying at Yin Cheng Club. Many celebrities in Hangjiang have come to socialize with them. It's quite lively now!"
"It's good that it's lively!"
Chen Fan's gaze was indifferent as he walked towards the resplendent golden gate of Yin Cheng Club.
Jiang Tiansheng quickly followed and asked, "Mr. Chen, shall I bring my men to follow you in?"
"No need!"
Chen Fan said casually, "You can go back!"
Jiang Tiansheng wished to go legitimate, while Chen Fan was here to kill. He didn't want to involve him.
Chen Fan entered the club, and the lobby manager approached him. "Sir, please present your membership card."
"I don't have a membership card!"
Chen Fan glanced coldly and said, "Tell He Yifeng that an old friend from fifteen years ago has come to send him on his way."
Under Chen Fan's gaze, the lobby manager felt as if he were in an ice cave and shivered involuntarily.
"So it's you. President He is on the ninth floor. I'll escort you up!"
The lobby manager had clearly received instructions from He Yifeng. His expression became serious, and he signaled to a security guard behind him. "Please!"
Arriving on the ninth floor, outside the elevator was a lounge area. A beautiful woman in a skirt, with a stunning face, stepped forward. After exchanging a look with the lobby manager, she asked, "May I know your name, sir?"
"My surname is Chen!"
"Mr. Chen, my name is Xiang Ling. Please follow me."
They walked through the lounge to the end of the corridor, pushed open a magnificent door, and found a lively scene inside.
Beside the gambling tables, well-dressed socialites were gathered, throwing down chips with their hands.
"What do you mean?" Chen Fan asked coldly.
"It's not easy to see our President He. Not everyone can meet him." Xiang Ling went to the chip exchange counter, signaled to the person inside, and obtained a few chips.
Handing the chips to Chen Fan, Xiang Ling said with a smile, "Here is five hundred thousand. Please play as you wish, Mr. Chen. If the five hundred thousand chips turn into ten million, you can meet our President He!"
Chen Fan looked up at a camera, a sneer curling his lips.
"And if I lose?"
"If you lose, Mr. Chen can also meet President He, but in a different way!"
Xiang Ling said with a smile.
Chen Fan withdrew his gaze from the camera, casually took out a bank card from his pocket, and threw it on the counter. "Since you want to play, five hundred thousand is too stingy. Exchange it for ten billion in chips."
As soon as he said this, the person behind the counter was stunned.
Xiang Ling also froze for a moment, then a hint of disdain flickered across her lips. "Mr. Chen, are you joking?"
"Whether it's a joke or not, we'll know when we try, right?"
Chen Fan said indifferently.
The staff member behind the counter picked up the bank card, examined it for a moment, and then gasped, "It's a Purple Thorn Dragon Card!"
This person, often dealing with money, still had some knowledge.
Upon hearing this, Xiang Ling's expression also changed, and she became somewhat flustered.
"Don't tell me you can't exchange ten billion in chips here?"
Chen Fan asked with a half-smile.
"Sir, do you really want to exchange ten billion in chips?"
"Do I need to say it a second time?"
Chen Fan replied.
Xiang Ling touched the earpiece in her ear and nodded.
The person behind the counter breathed heavily as he swiped the card, his fingers trembling as he exchanged ten billion chips for Chen Fan.
Ten billion, while not enough to buy the Yin Cheng Club, was not far off.
It could be said that the total funds on the books of Yin Cheng Club combined could not cover the loss of ten billion.
Yet, someone was exchanging ten billion in chips?
Of course, casino chips themselves were worthless, and ten billion in chips were available.
Xiang Ling's expression also became tense.
...
On the tenth floor of the club, in the large surveillance room.
Everyone in the surveillance room stared at the screens, their breathing also becoming heavy.
"Purple Thorn Dragon Card, ten billion?"
A chubby young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a red shirt and a pompadour, said, "He Yifeng, who have you provoked?"
Beside the young man, a man in his mid-twenties, with a face as dark as if it could drip water, stared intently at Chen Fan's face on the screen.
He was He Yifeng.
The Purple Thorn Dragon Card and ten billion in chips also shocked him.
As the owner of Yin Cheng Club, he originally intended to toy with Chen Fan, to humiliate and crush him with the luxury and wealth of Yin Cheng Club.
But Chen Fan, with just one Purple Thorn Dragon Card, revealed his fangs, making him feel terrified and uneasy.
The Purple Thorn Dragon Card was a supreme unlimited card launched by the Long Teng Group, not something ordinary people could possess.
As far as was known, all those who possessed the Purple Thorn Dragon Card were powerful figures who held sway in their respective regions.
If it were anyone else, presenting this card would have immediately earned them the highest respect and made them a supreme VIP customer of Yin Cheng Club.
Now, the owner of this card was exchanging ten billion in chips, coming with great momentum.
"Young Master Yuan, I don't know who he is, but no matter who he is, if he wants to cause trouble in Yin Cheng, even the King of Heaven can't stop him!"
Young Master Yuan narrowed his eyes and said, "I'll find someone to try and see if we can reconcile."
He Yifeng glanced at Young Master Yuan and said, "Young Master Yuan, you can try, but I don't think the chances are high."
"Even the owner of the Purple Thorn Dragon Card has to give our Yuan family some face!"
Young Master Yuan said proudly.
The Yuan family of Jiangbei was a top-tier wealthy family in Jiangbei. Young Master Yuan's words clearly carried some weight.
He Yifeng nodded.
Chen Fan had revealed the Purple Thorn Dragon Card. If possible, he did not wish to offend the mysterious Chen Fan.
Ten billion in chips were piled up, filling an entire tray, with the lowest denomination chips being worth a million.
And many socialites in the main hall who were here for leisure were attracted by the full tray of chips.
Xiang Ling, carrying the chips for Chen Fan, asked nervously, "Mr. Chen, what would you like to play?"
"I'm impatient. The simplest one, guess the size! "
Chen Fan walked to a gambling table and sat down, saying indifferently, "One round to decide the winner!"
Xiang Ling's body trembled, almost dropping the entire tray of chips.
"You... one round to decide the winner?"
Her voice trembled with disbelief.
This was ten billion, and he wanted to decide the winner in one round. How could he be so extravagant?
The phrase "throwing money around" was no longer sufficient to describe Chen Fan's actions.
"Is there a problem?"
Chen Fan said calmly, "Or is it that you, Yin Cheng, don't dare to accept such a large wager?"
"Mr. Chen, please wait a moment. I need to ask President He about this!"
Xiang Ling certainly didn't dare to make a decision. A wager of ten billion was something she, a mere reception manager, wouldn't dare to agree to even if given a hundred times her courage.
The entire hall, however, erupted in a stir.
A wager of ten billion in a single round was such an outrageous gamble that it was rare not only in Hangjiang but even in Australia or Las Vegas.
In the surveillance room, He Yifeng's face also changed drastically.
If exchanging ten billion was to show off his wealth and intimidate him, then gambling ten billion in one round was a naked act of crushing him with financial power!
Or, this was simply a disruption!