Title: Reborn Qi Tongwei, who defies fate by half a move and refuses to kneel

Chapter 97 A Big Shot Arrives, This Spendthrift Woman is Too Wild!

The elevator doors slid open to both sides.

The noisy, chaotic sounds didn't directly assault your ears like they did on the first floor. Instead, they were filtered through by some expensive soundproofing material, leaving only a low hum. The second-floor lobby was covered with thick Persian wool carpets, which felt soft and fluffy underfoot, like walking on clouds or a swamp.

The air didn't have that cheap cigarette tar smell; instead, it smelled of top-quality Cuban cigars mixed with high-end aromatherapy, making you feel like every breath of air here had to be paid for in US dollars.

"Gentlemen, this way please." Uncle Nine turned slightly to the side, a professional fake smile on his face, and pointed to the most spacious area. "This is the VIP roulette area, with a base bet of one thousand US dollars and no upper limit."

Qi Tongwei ignored him, but felt the soft mass in his arms press even tighter against him.

Ye Cunxin walked with a swaying, radiant grace in her ten-centimeter red-soled high heels. Her bright red silk dress shimmered like water under the lights, the hem swaying with her hips, the breathtaking glimpse of white peeking through the slit so alluring that even the passing waiters carrying plates swayed unsteadily.

She wasn't even looking where she was going; she practically clung to Qi Tongwei.

"I want that one." Ye Cunxin pointed to the largest gambling table, and on her slender, white fingers, a ruby ​​ring was so big it was almost dazzling.

"Okay, whatever you say." Qi Tongwei casually handed the few checks that were still warm to the waiter next to him, "Exchange them all for chips, the largest denominations."

The waiter took the check and glanced at the zero on it. His breath caught in his throat. This was definitely the work of a big shot.

Less than two minutes later, a tray of crystal chips was brought out.

Ye Cunxin grabbed a handful of chips, didn't even look at them, and threw them all onto the table like trash. "Ugh, they're so heavy, they're tiring to hold."

This "fairy scattering flowers" move completely stunned the gamblers around who were carefully calculating their winnings.

Those are top-tier chips worth $50,000 each!

You just threw it away like that?

"What do you want to buy?" The croupier was a blonde, blue-eyed foreign woman. Right now, her eyes were full of jealousy as she looked at Ye Cunxin. If those eyes could kill, Ye Cunxin would have been dead eight hundred times over.

"Red." Ye Cunxin giggled, her body limp as if boneless, her head resting on Qi Tongwei's broad shoulder, her red lips close to his ear as she breathed, "Just like the dress I'm wearing tonight, so vibrant and festive."

Qi Tongwei reached out and wrapped his arm around her slender waist, his palm caressing the smooth silk fabric, the touch so exquisite it was addictive. "What if you lose?"

"Lost?" Ye Cunxin pouted, her alluring appearance making the men beside her swallow hard. "If you lost, you're responsible for throwing all the winners into the Mekong River to feed the fish, okay?"

Those around felt a chill run down their spines.

This isn't a rich heiress, she's clearly a female demon.

"Okay," Qi Tongwei agreed readily.

The roulette wheel spun, and the ivory ball bounced wildly in the dish, making a crisp, clattering sound.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the small ball, except for Qi Tongwei, who was staring at the row of ventilation openings above the second-floor corridor.

His "Eagle Eye Vision" is already activated.

Although separated by walls and decorative panels, he could clearly see that there were no hidden sentries behind the vents. The real eyes were on the third floor.

"Clatter".

The ball stopped.

Black, size 28.

Lost.

The hundreds of thousands of US dollars that were just thrown away have vanished in the blink of an eye.

"Ugh!" Ye Cunxin stomped her foot angrily, her long, white legs trembling beneath her red skirt, a sight that made one's heart skip a beat. She turned around and punched Qi Tongwei's chest twice with her small fists. "It's all your fault! You must have touched my waist just now, distracting me!"

This isn't hitting someone; it's clearly flirting.

Qi Tongwei grabbed her wrist, pulled her into his arms, and pecked her chattering lips. "My bad, how about another round?"

"Again!" Ye Cunxin grabbed another handful of chips, this time even more than before. "I refuse to believe it! I'm betting all odd numbers!"

This kind of wasteful spending is practically burning money to keep warm.

But it is precisely this arrogant attitude of regarding money as dirt that attracts the most attention.

Before long, a crowd of people had gathered around the gambling table.

Just as Ye Cunxin was about to throw money onto the table again, a large, hairy hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Her hand was covered with gemstone rings of various colors, and every finger was swollen like a carrot.

"Beautiful lady, luck depends on who you're with."

The speaker was a fat man with a full beard, a white cloth wrapped around his head, and a white robe—a typical Middle Eastern tycoon's attire. He looked at Ye Cunxin with undisguised lewdness in his beady eyes, his gaze practically wanting to pierce into her deep V-neckline.

"How can you win money by following this gigolo who only knows how to spend it?"

The fat Middle Eastern man said, glancing at Qi Tongwei with disdain.

In his view, Qi Tongwei, a man who wears a black suit and doesn't speak, is at most a bodyguard who is kept by a sugar daddy or a gigolo.

Qi Tongwei did not move.

He simply stared silently at the lewd hand pressing on Ye Cunxin's wrist, a chilling glint in his eyes that only the dead could understand.

The four bodyguards standing behind the fat man immediately stepped forward, their hands reaching into their pockets; they were clearly trained fighters as well.

The onlookers were excited.

In places like this, conflict is the least of their worries. Fighting over women is a nightly occurrence.

"Relax."

Ye Cunxin's charming smile remained, but her voice had turned cold.

"Don't be so fierce." The fat Middle Eastern man completely ignored the warning, and instead, he went even further, rubbing Ye Cunxin's hand with his thumb. "Come to my room tonight, and I'll show you what real happiness is. As for the money you lost..."

He patted his bulging belly. "It's not even enough for me to buy feed for the camels."

"puff!"

A glass of whiskey with ice was suddenly splashed onto that fat face.

Amber-colored liquor dripped down his beard, and ice cubes hit his big nose and bounced to the ground.