General, you should rest now; the lady is even more ruthless.

The group was in high spirits, making money with great enthusiasm, and no one noticed that the Third Prince, standing at the very back of the crowd, had a face as black as coal.

The look in his eyes towards that "gambling king" no longer carried any admiration or curiosity, but was filled with malice.

Where did this brat come from, daring to run wild on his turf?

And what are those people doing? Why haven't they stopped this farce yet?

Shen Luo keenly sensed the malice from behind, and her lowered eyes were filled with coldness.

He tapped his left hand, which was resting on the wheelchair, twice imperceptibly, and then made a "go" gesture.

Nineteen understood, and amidst another round of cheers from those who had won the bet, he took advantage of the chaos to squeeze out of the crowd and leave.

The cheers from the crowd didn't last long, because after the trader stepped down, no one else came on stage. Just as everyone was discussing the matter, the casino manager walked onto the stage.

He was accompanied by more than a dozen strong men.

"Gentlemen and gentlemen, we apologize for disturbing your enjoyment. Our casino has to close for the day due to some unforeseen circumstances. Please leave in an orderly manner and we welcome you to come again tomorrow."

The casino, which has been open for 12 hours a day for several years, is now saying it will be closed for a day.

Although everyone knew what was going on, most of the people who came here were ordinary folks, and they couldn't compete with the big and powerful casinos, so even if they were dissatisfied, they could only swallow their anger.

Fortunately, I had already earned quite a bit of money.

So, under the watchful eyes of a dozen burly men, everyone in the casino dispersed. Even Chen Chengwu and his group made a move to leave.

Except for—Jiang Qiqi.

It's not that Jiang Qiqi herself didn't want to leave, but that she couldn't leave.

Because the casino refused to pay her the money she won.

Jiang Qiqi initially only brought a few hundred taels of silver, but she never lost, and each time she bet all her money, so the interest just kept piling up.

It rolled over to 100,000 taels.

One hundred thousand taels!

That's enough to feed 30,000 families for a year. Jiang Qiqi wasn't in a hurry and sat leisurely in her chair waiting.

Someone will come looking for her.

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"Have all the people been driven away?"

The casino manager who had spoken earlier said respectfully to the person opposite him, "They've all been driven away, sir, leaving only that young punk."

The other party waved his hand: "These are turbulent times, let's not worry about it for now, let's release him too."

The casino manager looked troubled.

It's not that he won't let the person leave, it's that the person refuses to leave.

"It wasn't us who detained him. The thing is..."

"Seize the young master?"

"One hundred thousand taels!"

The manager buried his head even deeper.

That's how casinos are; they can bankrupt someone overnight, or make them rich overnight.

The man thought for a moment and said, "Bring him to see me."

"Yes!" The steward, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, quickly left.

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Jiang Qiqi and Shiliu knew that the steward was coming after he disappeared for a while and then reappeared.

"Young master, please."

The manager had no expression on his face, but his voice was low, as if he was wary of something.

"What—! Who—!"

Jiang Qiqi, who was perfectly normal when placing her bets, suddenly became hearing impaired.

"Who wants to see me—?"

The manager quickly told her to shush and look around, lest she attract attention.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the group of people about to leave; thankfully, they hadn't noticed.

"Young master, our casino owner wishes to see you." He raised his voice a little more.

"Casino owner—? See me—?!"

Jiang Qiqi also raised her voice.

They finally noticed.

Shen Luo is in a wheelchair and cannot be pushed by the crowd, so she walks slowly.

As they walked, their group eventually fell to the very back.

Then I heard: "Casino owner—? See me—?!"

……

It takes no effort at all!

Chen Chengwu's steps took a sharp 180-degree turn, and he strode back into the casino with an air of arrogance and pride.

The others naturally followed suit.

Jiang Qiqi and Shen Luo exchanged a glance from afar, while Sixteen breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure that no one was behind his master.

Even though it was just acting, if someone saw him behaving this obsequiously, those guys would definitely laugh at him.

"You audacious commoner! Your boss is clearly here! How dare you deceive this prince and all the officials! Speak! Are you deliberately hiding something?!"

While speaking, Chen Chengwu secretly glanced at Chen Chengfeng beside him.

I thought the third brother would be a casino owner. Did he miscalculate?

The person in charge was also quite wronged, as he had been caught doing something wrong, and he wasn't as confident as before: "Your Highness, it's not that I'm deceiving you, it's just that my master... he just returned."

"You know I'm just a servant who follows orders. How would I know when my master will be back?"

Chen Chengwu glanced at him and said, "Enough with the nonsense. Now that your master is back, take us to see him."

"This..." the steward hesitated, "Our master said he only wants to see this young master..."

"Heh." Shen Luo chuckled softly from his wheelchair. "So, it turns out that both of you princes have someone you long to see but can't."

The words, though seemingly light and casual, felt as heavy as a thousand pounds pressing down on the steward's back. In an instant, he was drenched in sweat.

To dare refuse to see a prince is, at the very least, a grave act of disrespect, and at worst, a blatant disregard for the royal family. Such an act is punishable by beheading.

……

A large group of people followed the manager and went around to a room at the back of the casino.

A fully armed man in black was sitting inside.

Upon seeing the people arriving, the man in black's expression cracked for a moment, and he glared at the manager, his meaning clear.

He didn't want to see those people.

"This humble subject greets Your Highnesses and Your Excellencies," the man in black said reluctantly.

Jiang Qiqi and Shen Luo both looked up the moment the other spoke.

This is Jiang Qianzhong's voice.