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The boss Du was indeed as aloof as the rumors suggested. It was unbelievable that we had to wait so long with five of us here.
An older man beside Ke couldn't sit still any longer. His brows furrowed in irritation as he pushed the beautiful woman next to him aside, preparing to stand up and unleash a torrent of curses.
Just then, the large door behind them slowly creaked open, and a group of people filed in. At the forefront were Du Chengyan and Chi Mujiu.
Chi Mujiu surveyed the five men seated in the center. As her gaze swept across each face, she couldn't help but sigh inwardly; these men were all older than she had expected. Moreover, they exuded an unpleasant aura that made her feel both uneasy and disgusted.
Her delicate brows knitted slightly as she turned to Du Chengyan beside her and remarked, "In comparison, you are incredibly handsome, and quite impressive!"
The first half of her statement was fine, but the latter half felt oddly off.
"Miss Chi, don't forget that you are still Miss Chi. Speaking like that makes it seem like I’ve led you astray."
"It was a slip of the tongue! I meant to say you are more handsome than they are—not just handsome, but even more remarkable!"
Du Chengyan sometimes really wanted to cover this little one's mouth. She never knew when to be serious and was more earnest than him at times when it wasn't necessary.
Boss Du was indeed busy with countless matters, making us wait for so long.
The restless old man let out a thick, smoky voice filled with displeasure. At that moment, he was seething with anger but dared not vent it directly at Du Chengyan. Left with no choice, he resorted to sarcastic remarks to provoke others.
His mocking tone permeated the air, creating an oppressive atmosphere. Just as Chi Mujiu was about to respond, Du Chengyan gently placed his hand on her waist, subtly signaling her to hold back.
"Beautiful one, please take a seat."
Chimu Jiu swallowed the words that almost escaped her lips and gracefully took her place at the gambling table. Her movements were light and composed, exuding an air of confidence.
What does this mean?! When did Boss Du start relying on women to make money?
The voice of the old man rang out again, filled with anger and confusion. Aside from Ke, the others had only heard rumors that Du Hengyan had brought a woman to the underground gambling den, but they never expected him to let her sit at the table.
Expressions of surprise and doubt spread across their faces as their gazes flickered back and forth between Du Hengyan and Chimu Jiu.
What’s with the panic?
Du Hengyan shot a cold glance, his eyes sending chills down spines. He calmly took his seat opposite Chimu Jiu, his posture tall and imposing.
It seemed that these two were about to enter the game together. The few who had been agitated just moments ago now looked as if they had been doused with cold water, their bravado significantly diminished.
They exchanged glances, clearly caught off guard by Du Hengyan monopolizing two tables. The chances of winning were increasing, but if they lost, it would be a double blow.
Chimu Jiu smiled slightly, her beautiful eyes fixed on Du Hengyan across the table, filled with anticipation and trust.
Du Hengyan also looked at her, his gaze deep and indifferent, as if he could see right through her.
Chimu Jiu felt a thrill inside; Du Hengyan’s earlier refusal to let her speak was all part of this game. How interesting—it was her first time gambling with Du Hengyan.
Ke had remained silent from the beginning, his face dark and brooding, as if shrouded in thick clouds. It was clear he was still reeling from losses in the previous rounds; his frustration and resentment were palpable.
Tonight, he had not only Mo Bo Sang behind him but also that middle-aged man he had seen in the restaurant earlier.
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