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Chimu Jiu glanced over the few newcomers who had just entered, leading the group was a foreigner, accompanied by a middle-aged man who appeared to be Chinese.
At that moment, the group surveyed the restaurant and immediately walked towards Du Hengyan upon spotting him and Chimu Jiu. The foreigner, in particular, could hardly contain his excitement and respect.
"Boss Du! Oh my! I didn't expect it to really be you!"
The foreigner spoke fluent Mandarin, his face adorned with a standard smile, though his deep blue eyes betrayed a hint of malice.
Chimu Jiu instinctively realized that this person must be Maupassant, the head of the underground gambling ring.
"Mm."
Du Hengyan merely responded with a brief acknowledgment and said nothing more. His demeanor was cold and aloof, as if the people before him were insignificant.
Maupassant seemed to feel a bit awkward and hurriedly added, "Boss Du, please forgive me. I just finished handling some matters and received a call from my subordinate saying you had arrived, so I rushed back. Ling Yun should have arranged everything for you, right? This time it’s indeed our—"
Perhaps feeling that Maupassant was speaking too much, Du Hengyan slightly raised his hand, prompting Maupassant to immediately catch on and stop talking.
"Why are you, a foreigner, so verbose when speaking Chinese? I don't want to hear this nonsense."
Du Hengyan said impatiently.
Chimu Jiu couldn't help but silently criticize; wasn't he just as blunt and confrontational?
"Yes, yes, yes."
Maupassant's face grew even more awkward; however, he was in front of a living king of hell who had nearly wiped out his gambling ring just hours earlier. After finally getting a job to make ends meet, he found himself facing trouble from someone who had never come before now showing up with people in tow.
Maupassant inwardly lamented but dared not show any dissatisfaction.
"Since Boss Du is here, are you here to gamble or just to observe?" Maupassant tentatively asked in a low voice.
"Observe?" Chimu Jiu looked up at Du Hengyan with some confusion.
Maupassant keenly observed the movements of the masked beauty and immediately began to explain, "Miss, welcome. In a black gambling house, there are two types of attendees: players and spectators. The players are those who participate in the games at the tables, while the spectators are those who place bets on the outcomes."
Chimu Jiu listened quietly to Maupassant's explanation, gaining a deeper understanding of the rules of the black gambling house.
"Given that I made a special trip here, do you think I came to play cards or to watch a show?" Du Hengyan said coldly, his tone laced with mockery directed at the man before him.
"Yes, yes, Boss Du, you are absolutely right. You must attend tomorrow's opening match," Maupassant replied, feeling that even one more word with this terrifying man would leave him trembling in fear.
The middle-aged man standing beside them remained silent, his head bowed low. His body trembled slightly as if he were desperately trying to avoid Du Hengyan's probing gaze. Filled with dread, he had heard of Du Hengyan's notorious reputation and understood his own insignificance in this situation. He only hoped to leave quickly and distance himself from this dangerous figure.
"You there beside her—your face looks unfamiliar," Du Hengyan's gaze suddenly fell on the middle-aged man. The more the man buried his head, the more displeased Du Hengyan became, prompting him to directly inquire.
Du Hengyan's voice was not loud but carried an undeniable authority that demanded attention.
Maupassant clearly did not expect Du Hengyan to ask this question. His eyes widened momentarily. "Boss Du, he is one of Corey’s men."
Maupassant's smile became somewhat stiff.
Chimu Jiu listened intently to their conversation, her mind as clear as a mirror. Although she had never seen those secret files, she knew that Du Hengyan would not casually question an unrelated person at such a critical moment. This middle-aged man was indeed the target of their interest.
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