In less than two hours, Su Mu only had eleven million chips left.
He was not excited, but the gamblers following him were as excited as if they were the owners of these chips.
Su Mu is playing blackjack now.
After throwing out the last 10 million platinum chip, the croupier's hand when dealing the cards was shaking.
The result is still a loss.
The people around were in an uproar and felt sorry for him.
"Forget it, stop playing, it's such a mess."
Ning Yan smiled charmingly and nodded.
Su Mu turned around and glanced at the middle-aged white man with gold-rimmed glasses who had been following him, and said teasingly:
"Brother, I've given this to you. I hope you have good luck."
With that said, he directly threw the one million crystal chip in his hand to the other party.
The people around were shocked.
The middle-aged white man was also dumbfounded. It took him a long time to get so excited that he didn't know what to do and thanked her loudly like crazy.
Su Mu, however, acted as if nothing had happened. He held Ning Yan's waist and went back to his room directly from the elevator inside the casino.
At this time, in the casino monitoring room, several big bosses from the casino alliance had gathered together.
The casino manager saw Su Mu entering the elevator, and then he looked away from the surveillance screen, turned to his boss, and asked cautiously:
"Sir, do you need me to make arrangements to take special care of this Mr. Su?"
The boss shook his head thoughtfully and said:
"Don't go, just treat him as the most distinguished guest, but don't contact him privately. Remember, his background is not something we can afford to offend."
The manager was shocked, and the expressions on the faces of the other bosses also looked like they were constipated.
In the corner of the monitoring room, a young man in his thirties sat, with a strange light shining in his eyes and a strange smile:
"Mr. Vincent, is there anyone in this land that the Genovese family behind you can't afford to offend?"
Vincent smiled lightly, glanced at the other person, and said pleasantly:
"Charles, the five major families have a long history and are powerful. We are not afraid of anything. However, that young man has a background that makes us desperate. Haha, for such a person, money is like waste paper to him. I hope you
Remember, don’t provoke him. With his existence, even if you win the entire Caesar’s Palace with a handful of cards, it’s nothing more than entertainment.”
The casino manager was filled with fear.
Fortunately, nothing happened before.
The young man named Charles seemed to be a little dismissive, but he seemed to have thought of something, and a look of contemplation gradually appeared on his face, and then turned serious.
His name is Charles Morgan, and he comes from the Morgan family, one of the two most powerful financial groups in America.
His apparent identity is that he is a descendant of the Morgan family, but his true identity is that he is the next generation heir of the Morgan family.
The wealthy families in North America all like to use this method to train their heirs, and it can be regarded as a well-established tradition.
Once you are determined to be the heir of the family, you will be deprived of everything, and then within a certain period of time, you must rely entirely on your own abilities to complete the so-called family trial. Only then will you be truly established as the heir of the family.
The reason why Charles changed his face was because he suddenly remembered something that happened not long ago.
He was once taken to washingtond.c by his father, the patriarch of the contemporary Morgan family, who was originally going to take him to meet the rumored Highness Isa.
It's a pity that the other party didn't even bother to see him.
When his father went back, he once said something about His Highness in the car.
It is said that His Highness did not see him because he was in a bad mood after receiving a phone call at that time.
His father vaguely seemed to hear a Chinese name spoken by His Highness.
Charles is not stupid, otherwise, there is absolutely no way he would have been secretly appointed as the heir to the Morgan consortium.
Although he has never met Her Highness Isa, he has heard a lot from his father and has an impression in his mind.
This Su Mu, and the stunning Dongfang beside him, seemed to have some of the temperament he imagined His Highness Isa had.
Thinking of this, Charles's eyes slowly lit up.
"If, I invite him to participate in gambling week... haha."
Cold sweat broke out on Vincent's forehead. He looked at Charles solemnly and said:
"Charles, don't mess around."
Charles looked at each other, smiled and said:
"Mr. Vincent, you don't have to worry. I'm sure that this guy appears here for a reason. So, I can give it a try. Don't worry, I won't reveal my identity, let alone mess around.
If it doesn't work, I'll leave immediately."
Vincent shook his head:
"Charles, you are still too young. You don't know that people like him are different from us."
Charles smiled and said:
"What if I insist?"
Vincent gave him a cold look and said faintly:
"Then can I think that you are challenging the five major mafia families in New York?"
A trace of deeply hidden contempt flashed through Charles's eyes, but he smiled softly:
"Of course I wouldn't do that, but...!"
He sighed softly, took out something from his body, and handed it over.
Vincent was stunned for a moment, and then his expression turned extremely horrified.
After staring at that thing for a long time, he swallowed his saliva, looked at Charles and smiled bitterly:
"Okay, you can do whatever you want."
It was a silver-black ring with a lifelike skull on the surface.
Proof of identity as a member of the Skull and Bones Society.
That's the Skull and Bones Society.
The terrifying superpower that single-handedly built up this country.
If the other party wants to kill the five major mafia families in New York, the difficulty is probably just a little bit more difficult than squeezing an ant to death, right?
Unexpectedly, Charles actually has such an identity.
Then, his identity as a side clan member of the Morgan family that is not valued...!
Vincent immediately suppressed the thought.
The level is too high and thinking too much is courting death.
Charles has many identities.
One of them is the gambling king of Las Vegas for three consecutive years.
There is also a member of the Morgan family who is said to be unbeatable.
However, these are just two of his many identities.
He is also the broker of White Club, responsible for losing money to wealthy people on the White Club network.
In fact, he is a member of the Skull and Bones Society and the heir to one of the two families that controls the world's largest hegemony.
The super business empire controlled by the Morgan family spans the world.
Of course, after he inherits the family, he will become a person who deserves to be at the top of the pyramid in this world.
Taking back the ring in his hand, Charles said calmly:
"Prepare 20 to 5 billion US dollars."
Vincent was stunned:
"What's the meaning?"
Charles glanced at him with a half-smile, and the disdain in his eyes flashed past again.
"If I guess correctly, Mr. Su is fishing tonight. Congratulations, Vincent. You only need to spend less than five billion US dollars to send him away."
Vincent was covered in cold sweat and dripped all over the floor.
"Jesus, Shet! Where am I going to find all that money?"
Charles looked like a fool:
"If I were you, I would be very happy to spend a mere five billion dollars to establish a relationship with this person. You and the family behind you will make a lot of money."
Vincent was stunned again and seemed to understand.