At three o'clock in the afternoon, Lei Yaoyang said goodbye and left.

Before leaving, the tycoon gave Lei Yaoyang a very thick piece of information, which was said to be the detailed information of the contestants in the World God of Gamblers Competition.

Still sitting in the Rolls-Royce he had arrived in, Lei Yaoyang was respectfully sent back to the Lisboa Hotel by the driver.

"Aju, what are you doing standing here?"

As soon as he entered the hotel lobby, Lei Yaoyang saw Beng Yaju standing at the bar, chatting with a front desk lady.

"Master Lei, you are back!"

Bengyaju heard the greeting, immediately turned back, came up to him, and explained:

"I am Mr. Lei's guide. After receiving Mr. Lei's money, of course I have to wait for Mr. Lei's instructions."

As he spoke, Bengyaju's tone became excited and he asked:

"Master Lei, how are you? Have you met the tycoon?"

"The tycoon invites me to dinner. If the tycoon doesn't show up, it would not be polite, it would be enmity."

Lei Yaoyang replied casually and said:

"You are thoughtful and conscientious. But I won't go out today, so you can move around freely."

"Master Lei, no need. I don't have anywhere to go. The biggest thing now is to do things for Master Lei."

Bengyaju responded and stood respectfully beside Lei Yaoyang.

Lei Yaoyang smiled slightly, stopped talking, went upstairs with a large stack of information, and went back to his room to study.

Bengyaju was very discerning. He also stayed in the room, not even watching TV, and kept quiet, completely positioning himself as a "subordinate".

7pm.

Lei Yaoyang temporarily put down the materials in his hands and took Bengyaju and his gang to the restaurant for dinner.

Due to the "big limelight" last night, some guests in the Lisboa Hotel have already met Lei Yaoyang. From time to time, people come to introduce themselves, or sit aside, pointing and gossiping in low voices.

Lei Yaoyang casually exchanged greetings with the people who came to the door, and then sat down to eat.

After all, Bengyaju and his gang were from Young and Dangerous backgrounds, and they seemed to feel that they were very proud of themselves, so they praised:

"Master Lei, your reputation has spread throughout the city now."

"That goes without saying. I went out to buy newspapers today and met the good-for-nothing Bei. I told him to follow Mr. Lei now, which made his eyes turn red with jealousy."

"Master Lei, you have become famous in just one night. This is really amazing. We brothers have been working together for more than ten years, but we are still worthless and no one knows you!"

"Nonsense, can you compete with Mr. Lei?"

Bengyaju was afraid that Lei Yaoyang would be angry, so when he saw his brothers talking non-stop, he couldn't help but shout:

"That's enough, eat what you can, talk less and do more."

"Aju, don't be so serious. They can just talk if they like."

Lei Yaoyang didn't mind. He looked around at the people present and said with interest:

"Am I famous in Macau now?"

Seeing that Lei Yaoyang was not angry, the younger brothers were more interested and quickly responded:

"Yes, Mr. Lei, the whole of Macau is talking about your deeds now. Especially your generous gift of 3.6 billion for free..."

But as I was talking, I couldn't continue the words, so I quickly stopped.

"Are some people saying that I am stupid and don't want to have money?"

Lei Yaoyang congratulated him for his intelligence and continued with a half-smile. Beng Yaju quickly spoke up and said:

"Master Lei, they are all ignorant little gangsters, don't pay any attention to them. How ruthless can anyone they know be."

"I know, I just want to know what the outside world thinks of me now, whether it's a big shot or a gangster, it's all the same."

Lei Yaoyang said something meaningful.

Well……

Bengyaju didn't understand the importance of external impressions, but he still followed Lei Yaoyang's wishes, looked at his younger brother, and ordered:

"Since Mr. Lei wants to know, then you continue to talk and be more careful."

"Yes, boss!"

Several of the younger brothers obeyed and told Lei Yaoyang again what they heard outside today.

Arrogant, arrogant, fool, crazy, graceful, master...

There are various opinions about Lei Yaoyang from the outside world, but Lei Yaoyang is very satisfied after hearing it.

My goal has been achieved. Let the outside world have a preliminary understanding of myself, which is better than knowing nothing at all.

As the tycoon said, a person who is too mysterious will actually make many interested people scruple, focus their attention, and conduct frantic investigations.

On the contrary, having a reputation, good or bad, will reduce attention.

Lei Yaoyang was also eating and chatting here, and the atmosphere was good. Not far away, at table No. 1, someone suddenly shouted:

"How dare you come here to eat without money?"

"Security, call the security!"

"Xiaodie, what's going on?"

"Manager, there is someone here eating the Overlord meal."

The commotion was so loud that many customers in the restaurant couldn't help but look over.

The same is true for Lei Yaoyang’s table!

I saw two waitresses in neat uniforms over there, with "disgust" clearly visible on their eyebrows, holding menus in their hands.

It was also the noise they made. There was only one guest at that table, and he was a man.

The man looked young, about twenty-five or six years old, with handsome hair and an indifferent expression. He was wearing a whitewashed camouflage uniform. It was March and April, and he even had a pair of military boots on his feet. The most exaggerated thing

Yes, on the dining table in front of him, there were empty rice bowls stacked high. Counting carefully, there were as many as sixteen bowls.

"No, no one dares to eat Overlord Meal these days?"

"The King's meal is not the problem. The problem is how to get to Lisboa to eat the King's meal. This guy is really good."

The younger brothers from Beng Ya Ju really enjoyed watching the fun. While watching the show and eating, they started talking again.

Lei Yaoyang, however, had a serious look on his face and kept looking at the man he suspected was "the man eating the King's meal".

"Master Lei, do you know that person?"

Bengyaju observed it very carefully, and when he saw this situation, he immediately asked.

"I don't know him, but that person is not simple, he has murderous intent."

Lei Yaoyang shook his head and said with a hint of emotion.

This was the first time Lei Yaoyang had seen someone with such strong murderous intent.

What is murderous aura? To put it bluntly, it is a temperament that makes people feel uneasy and even fearful.

This kind of temperament is not something you are born with, it must be tempered through killing.

I remember that in Lei Yaoyang's previous life, he was an underground black boxer who killed countless people and had an intimidating aura.

After rebirth, he used his brain more than his hands, and his murderous intent became much more restrained along with his status.

As the saying goes, "Stay in your position and nourish your energy." No matter who you sit in one position for a long time, you will have a unique temperament.

"Domineering, heroic, noble" and so on.

"Murderous intention? What murderous intention?"

But Bengyaju didn't understand and didn't dare to ask in detail, so he could only look at it again.

If you observe carefully, that man does give off an uncomfortable aura.

His sitting posture is upright, his upper body is straight, his chest is held in his chest and his back is straight. Logically speaking, if you look at him, he should be very pleasing to the eye.

On the contrary, when Beng Yaju observed carefully, he felt that the man seemed to be exuding an evil aura from the inside out, which made people shudder.

The "overlord meal" incident occurred in the restaurant of the Lisboa Hotel. To be honest, it is very incredible.

Because this is the tycoon's industry, and it is the tycoon's most famous industry.

The consequences of eating Overlord Meal here will be more serious than anywhere else in Macau.

Soon, the manager in charge of the restaurant appeared. He was in his forties, with a smile on his face, and wore a suit and leather shoes:

"Sir, did you forget to bring your money? It doesn't matter, we have a phone here."

The manager stood next to the man. He was not shouting like a waiter, but was polite and spoke softly.

"I only have one hundred dollars."

The man was quite upright and answered immediately, with a cold and stern tone.
To be continued...