[Anyway, work hard.] The Godfather didn't continue his lecture anymore because the group had arrived on the ninth floor.
Ainsley could still use her luck manipulation ability around two to three times today, so she might as well play a bit more.
The gamblers on the ninth floor didn't know that a certain little devil was coming to give them a huge blow to their pocket.
At the same time, at the 100'th floor private room.
"Boss. There's a situation." A towering cold-faced man suddenly appeared next to someone who was sitting on a red couch.
The cold-faced man wore a special casino staff uniform. His bowtie was golden, unlike other staff.
"Situation? What situation?" The person sitting on the couch paused. He glanced at the two guests sitting across him and smiled apologetically.
"I'm sorry if my subordinate interrupts us. I think there's a problem."