Chapter 82 - 82 Underground Casino
82 Underground Casino
Gu Chen instantly turned towards him. “Who?”
Sixth Brother’s expression was solemn as he muttered, “Song Wenqi.”
Gu Chen was floored. In disbelief, he asked again, “Who?!”
Sixth Brother actually did not believe it himself.
How would Lu Ning know Song Wenqi?
Sixth Brother sighed. “Maybe I was mistaken.”
However, he could not be sure if he had actually been mistaken.
But that figure did not seem to be someone else.
Lu Ning used to be a young lady from a wealthy family. How would she know Song Wenqi, that bloodthirsty demon? How could she know him?
Although this was a clue, this clue was practically a ticking bomb.
Not only was Lu Ning’s whereabouts uncertain, but she also had a bomb at her side that could explode at any time. The two of them became even gloomier.
However, investigating Song Wenqi’s whereabouts was a task as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
He had the world’s number one hacker, Gale, by his side to hide his tracks. Back then, Gu Zi wanted to investigate Song Wenqi’s whereabouts, but he had been tricked by Gale and was led in the opposite direction. Gu Zi did not notice that anything was off at all; only when he arrived at the destination did he realize he had been tricked.
And now, Lu Ning was like a little lamb that had entered a wolf’s den. Nobody knew if she was dead or alive, yet all they could do was wait…
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Three hours later, Lu Ning and the others landed in F Prefecture’s Red Ridge District.
The sky had just turned dark.
Song Wenqi and the others brought Lu Ning into a car, and it drove all the way straight to the Gambling City.
Lu Ning wore a long trench coat with a hood over her clothes, which could completely conceal her figure.
Along the way, she did not say anything. She leaned against the car and closed her eyes to conserve her energy.
When they arrived, Song Wenqi called out to her, “Brat, get out of the car.”
Lu Ning opened her eyes and got out.
In front of them was a bustling street. There were all kinds of people passing by, speaking in obscure languages.
Song Wenqi brought her into a casino.
After verifying their identities at the door, an attendant came forward respectfully and led them through the large and small gambling tables and the throngs of people in the hall.
Their surroundings were noisy; there were cheering, sighing, and cursing.
However, this was but a small affair compared to the real highlight, which was the underground gambling city that the attendant was bringing them to.
That was where truly lavish sums of money were spent.
When they entered the elevator, the attendant did not press a button—there was no button to the underground level.
He retrieved a magnetic card and swiped it on the elevator’s sensor; then, the elevator started and slowly descended.
When the elevator doors opened again, it was a completely different scene from upstairs.
The atmosphere was even livelier than before.
It was built in an entirely dissimilar style.
This space below was smaller than above, but on its surrounding walls hung 20 glass rooms meant for first-class VIP patrons.
The equipment downstairs was also very straightforward. Compared to the various gambling tables and machines upstairs, there was only one massive gambling table in the middle; and right now, the table was swarmed with people.
Security guards in uniform were stationed all around.
The attendant led them out of the elevator, avoiding the noisy crowd through a special passage into one of the glass rooms suspended above. A large ‘9’ was taped to the door.
As they entered, all the lights inside and around room no. 9 lit up. Everyone in the rooms numbered 17-20, opposite them, laid their eyes upon them from afar.