Withdrawing Money
Without deliberately concealing his identity, Mu Yang directly entered the underground gambling den. The same sharp-faced man from before led the way, and a wave of heat and clamor surrounded them.
"Guest, where would you like to go? The exchange or the gambling den?" A service attendant with a smile asked.
"Take me to meet the owner of your gambling den," Mu Yang replied without any nonsense.
"Our boss doesn't usually meet outsiders, unless..."
"Buzz!"
A buzzing sound rang out, and a red storage pouch appeared in Mu Yang's palm. He handed it over to the attendant.
Money does make a difference. The service attendant, seeing Mu Yang's generous offer, took the money with a flattering smile. "I'll go inform our boss now to see if he wants to meet you."
"Go ahead."
Mu Yang nodded.
From the 30,000 credits he snatched from Lin Meier last time, deducting the 10,000 he used for gambling and other expenses during this period, Mu Yang still had over 10,000 credits in hand.
"Bet big!"