Chapter 399
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The manager felt a chill in his heart. This woman had truly reliable information; few people knew about this news, so how did she find out Regardless of his doubts in mind, he didn't show any expression on the surface and smiled slightly, saying, "Miss, your information is very accurate. The God of Gambling and Mr. Field have a gambling match today, which just started. If Miss wants to play with the God of Gambling, you'll probably need to wait until after his current game."
The white-robed woman raised her eyebrows with a smile on her face as she moved her delicate hand to gently brush her long hair. "What a pity. Can I go in and observe"
"This..."
The manager frowned, troubled. Judging by this woman's skills and style, she was an extremely formidable figure whose gaze was very precise. If he allowed her to stay at the casino for half an hour, it would likely result in a significant loss of money.
He secretly sized up the woman; tall and slender, she wore white pants with black sneakers. Her clothes were loose-fitting without much fashion sense, but there was a silver chain around her waist hanging down to a pale pink diamond at its end. The brand of her clothing wasn't apparent—it could have been from an ordinary street vendor—but this pink diamond was undoubtedly high-quality, and anyone knowledgeable about gems would recognize its value; she must come from a significant background.
She always wore a smile that seemed soft and harmless, with no trace of aggression. She looked like a young lady of means there to see the world at the casino. The manager had seen many things in his career but had never encountered such a woman before.
A beauty like her should be protected in a greenhouse.
"Alright," after much consideration, he finally agreed to her request and led her to the room where the God of Gambling was playing with Mr. Field.
The white-robed woman's lips curled into a wolfish smile.
Haughty yet wild.
The gambling room wasn't underground; this casino was connected to a 68-story hotel, and the owner of both establishments differed above the 60th floor where another casino resided. This particular area catered exclusively to people with high status and reputation within the world of gambling.
No elevator could access the 60th floor directly from ground level; it was located downstairs with a specific code for entry, strictly monitored at each level to ensure security.
As the manager led this woman up to the 65th floor, they didn't attract any attention. The space there covered nearly two hundred square meters and housed more than fifty individuals, including an array of international accountants tasked with verifying gamblers' assets as well as lawyers. Other significant figures in the gambling world were also present, both men and women, invited to witness this particular game.
The God of Gambling from Las Vegas had been at the height of his popularity recently; a Californian male, he was twenty-eight years old. Three years ago, he won the championship at Las Vegas and was crowned 'God of Gambling' for his exceptional skills in all forms of gambling. He was shrewd, intelligent, and performed with neatness and precision.
Most importantly, he was young—being the youngest God of Gambling in Las Vegas, he reigned supreme over the casino world without any rival. A few months ago, he had competed against a Japanese God of Gambling on international waters, resulting in the latter's defeat followed by his ritual suicide.
Poker King Fiers heard about this and was quite interested, inviting her to a gambling match. Originally scheduled in an European casino, Fiers had some last-minute business and changed the venue to London's most famous underground casino.
The woman took a seat, her gaze directed towards the center of the casino.
The two poker kings sat at opposite ends of a round table; whoever won two out of three rounds would be declared the winner.
The first round was European roulette, the second was dice rolling, and the third was blackjack.
By the time she arrived, the European roulette had already been played, with Las Vegas' Poker King leading by one step. The next game was dice rolling; whoever rolled the lowest number would win this round. This match seemed to have no suspense at all.
Fiers would definitely be the winner.
She had investigated Fiers and knew that dice rolling was his specialty. However, she didn't seem too interested in how they were gambling, her gaze sweeping around the casino. Apart from those present, every entrance and exit was guarded by their bodyguards.
Especially at windows and doors, there were seven or eight people who looked like professional assassins, their attire and demeanor unmistakably familiar to her. Besides the assassins, there were also guards hired by the casino. The two poker kings had brought around twenty security personnel with them, stationed behind them to ensure their safety.
People of this caliber offended many people, so they always traveled with a large entourage, all deathly afraid.
A smile flickered across her lips once more.
No matter how tightly guarded they were, it would be in vain; completely useless.
Fiers won the second round of dice rolling, resulting in a tie.
The final round was blackjack.
This single round would determine their fate.
Her gaze fell on them, her eyes showing mild boredom. She was actually quite moral and wouldn't interfere with their competition as long as it didn't affect her work. Originally planning to act after the game ended, but the wait had become too boring.
As she flexed her wrist in preparation for action, her gaze narrowed slightly, scanning towards a window direction. She was familiar with the building blueprints of this block; there were several skyscrapers over seventy stories high nearby. A hundred meters away from where they stood was another identical tower.
If there were snipers on the opposite side,
They seem overly confident, as the curtains are drawn open. If there were a sniper on the opposite side, he would have an ideal target in the form of the Las Vegas gambling kingpin. She is exceptionally sensitive to her surroundings and potential dangers. Based on her assessment, there was someone at the window across, likely a highly dangerous professional assassin who intended to take the life of the Las Vegas gambling kingpin.
The woman's smile became even softer.
She doesn’t want anyone getting in her way when she’s working to avoid unnecessary casualties. Therefore, it wouldn’t be professional for her to interfere with others as long as they don't affect her work.
All present were on high alert.
The outcome of the competition was about to揭曉，這是最後一局。
兩個人都是職業賭徒，非常鎮定，輸贏對他們來說已是家常便飯。
修煉到不敗之地，一定經曆了無數次失敗。
每個人都緊張地盯著賭桌，除了職業殺手，他們守著自己的本分保護要保護的人。女子琉璃色的眼睛閃爍生輝，臉上帶著譏誚的笑容，這麼遠的距離，憑他們是無法察覺出危險的。
細微的聲音劃破長空，她微微蹙眉，笑意浮起，隻聽得哐啷一聲，玻璃破裂，子彈精準地射入拉斯維加斯賭王的眉心
一槍斃命
鮮血四濺，那賭王似乎還不明白自己為什麼會死，怎麼被殺，這麼多人保護自己，怎麼會疏忽，他正要翻牌，眼睛暴睜，鮮血染紅了他的臉，冇一會兒就這麼僵硬地倒在地上。
現場大亂
保鏢和殺手們紛紛拔出自己的配槍，警覺地對著窗戶的方向，其餘人拚命找地方躲藏，向門外擁去，唯獨女子坐在座位上紋風不動。
可笑，距離這麼遠，除非是遠程狙擊步槍，這種小型手槍怎麼可能有作用，隻是擺擺架子罷了。
對麵的狙擊手估計撤了。
女子心中隻有一個念頭。
槍法真準。
請允許我做出小調整以符合英文語境：
The outcome of the competition was about to be revealed; this was the final round.
Both were professional gamblers, extremely calm. Winning or losing had become a daily occurrence for them.
To reach an undefeated status, one must have experienced countless defeats.
Eyes glued to the gaming table, everyone but the professional assassins watched their post, protecting those they were meant to guard. The woman's eyes sparkled with derision; at such a distance, it would be impossible for them to detect any danger.
A faint sound sliced through the air; she frowned slightly and smiled, hearing a shatter as a bullet precisely struck the Las Vegas gambling kingpin’s forehead.
The shot was lethal.
Blood splattered everywhere. The kingpin seemed bewildered at his fate, surrounded by so many protectors yet still killed. His eyes bulged as he tried to turn over a card; blood stained his face red and within moments, he lay lifelessly on the floor.
Chaos ensued.
The bodyguards and assassins pulled out their firearms, alertly aiming at the window while others scrambled for cover towards the door. Only the woman remained seated, motionless.
Foolish; from such a distance, unless it was a long-range sniper rifle, a small handgun would be ineffective—it was merely posturing.
The sniper on the opposite side must have left.
One thought dominated her mind:
Incredible accuracy with the gun.
At such a distance, with the target constantly moving, he managed to shoot accurately. She rarely encountered someone with such precise shooting skills.
Feld was being protected by his bodyguards, but screams still echoed in the hall. More bodyguards rushed over upon hearing the commotion downstairs. The woman stood up calmly, brushed off her wrinkled clothes, and left her seat leisurely.
After the entire hall fell into chaos without further shots being fired and the curtains were drawn, it seemed momentarily safer. Casino staff arrived to evacuate people; the woman followed the crowd towards the exit, pushed by panicked crowds. Suddenly, she bumped into one of Feld's bodyguards. She deftly maneuvered herself, causing Feld instinctively to reach out for her; her lithe figure landed in his arms.
She was stunning—a momentary dazzle.
"Sorry," she said with a faint smile, half-shy and half-alluring. Her slender hand rested on his shoulder as she slowly straightened up.
Feld smiled politely; despite the danger, he felt relieved. Such beauty was rare indeed—how could any man not be tempted He courteously helped her up with a gentle smile, "Be careful."
With narrowed eyes, she appeared even more enchanting and delicate. As Feld walked beside her, circling her waist, he asked, "Where are you going I'll escort you there."
The woman blushed shyly, replying, "I'm here to look for work."
His bodyguards, seeing she was just a frail-looking woman, paid little attention. Feld looked puzzled and asked, "To find work Maybe I can help you."
A smile curled her lips as crimson nails grazed his face. "You're the job I’m looking for."
Her hand moved; the gunshot rang out.
Feld's chest was pierced by a bullet, creating a gaping wound in close range.
A new wave of chaos ensued. The woman smiled charmingly and slipped into an elevator before anyone could react, leaving behind only her long silhouette and wild, flowing hair.
The panic lasted mere seconds; casino staff immediately arrived at the elevator. This direct-to-basement elevator didn't stop anywhere in between. Upon receiving news of Feld's assassination attempt, assassins were stationed outside the elevator waiting for the woman to emerge.
As the elevator descended without stopping or incident, its doors opened revealing an empty interior.
The assassins looked at each other in confusion. tricked by you again," Tang Mandong pulled on Nuannuan’s hair when they left the set. "Truly unfortunate to have made such a friend.""Sir, I’m appealing this decision! I’m innocent!" Nuannuan raised...