Chapter 44: The Beauty Disrobes (2)

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Chapter Forty-Four: The Beauty Removes Her Clothes (2)

At this moment, a waiter pushed in a cart loaded with liquor—four tiers of dozens of bottles, along with a variety of glasses. Though none were rare vintages or legendary bottles, every one was a top-tier fine spirit.

“Sir, which wine would you like?” Jerryson, having already been notified to bring out the best, spoke with newfound confidence.

“Damn… I’ve lost so much… Of course… I want the most expensive… Isn’t this wine free?” Xiao Tianci slapped the table, feigning displeasure over his losses.

Jerryson nodded with a smile, coming over personally, though inwardly he was bemused. This man was clearly wealthy, having lost tens of millions, yet still fussed over a bit of free liquor. Even if he drank for a year, he’d never recoup a fraction of what he lost.

Before Jerryson could pour the wine, Xiao Tianci snatched the bottle and muttered, “No need for all that… Drinking like this is much more satisfying…” He tilted his head back and gulped it down.

The mixed-race beauty rolled her eyes at Xiao Tianci, clearly disgusted. The young aristocrat, eager to impress, quickly seized the opportunity. By now, everyone had received their second card, with the first round seeing each player match two hundred thousand.

He said, with studied elegance, “The most important thing in gambling is character. Money is trivial, but a man without integrity has no right to gamble.” He watched the beauty’s expression carefully as he spoke.

With a flourish, he tossed a million in chips to the center of the table.

Xiao Tianci flipped his cards nonchalantly and declined to match, muttering, “I’m not like… some… idiots. I won’t follow.”

The aristocrat snorted, “If you can play, you must be able to lose. Otherwise, you shouldn’t sit at this table.” He glanced at the beauty, pleased to see her nod in agreement. He was delighted—first impressions matter, and he’d won hers.

“Bang…” Xiao Tianci set the bottle down with a thud. All three looked at him, especially the beauty, who seemed barely able to contain her annoyance. She never held back against those who disrupted her game, especially ones so lacking in gambling decorum.

“Ah…” Xiao Tianci belched, grinning slyly at the young man. “I’m just afraid you can’t handle playing—or losing.”

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The aristocrat, wishing to impress the beauty and preserve his own dignity, looked directly at Xiao Tianci. “Hmph, I can’t handle losing? I think you, the nouveau riche, can’t handle high stakes.”

This round, the Japanese player backed out, leaving only the mixed-race beauty and the aristocrat. In the end, the aristocrat tossed in three million and lost to the beauty.

Xiao Tianci had no interest in verbal sparring. Another hand began, and by the fourth card, only three remained. Xiao Tianci held a pair—at best, he could try for four of a kind. The mixed-race beauty and the Japanese player both had royal flushes showing, with the beauty holding spades and a chance at the highest possible hand.

The aristocrat’s cards were too weak; there was no way he could match the bet. Then a problem arose—by the fourth card, the beauty was out of money. Without funds, she couldn’t even see the cards.

Clearly a regular, the beauty snapped, “Jerryson, bring me twenty million in chips—quick!”

Jerryson looked troubled. “Miss Fire, I’m afraid that won’t be possible.”

Miss Fire—the mixed-race beauty—did not slap the table like Xiao Tianci. Instead, she gracefully left her seat, strode over to Jerryson, and grabbed his collar. “What did you just say? Are you afraid I won’t pay you back? Get your boss out here—now!”

“Wow… fierce…” Xiao Tianci marveled quietly, watching as Jerryson’s feet left the ground.

Jerryson thought to himself: whenever this lady’s around, trouble is inevitable. What did I do to deserve this? He wore a pained smile, nodding repeatedly. “Miss Fire, please, let me explain. This is the owner’s instruction—he specifically told me so.”

Without any effort, the beauty tightened her grip, and Jerryson was nearly suffocated. “Where’s Camillo? Get him out here.”

Since Jerryson had been standing next to Xiao Tianci, Xiao Tianci had the best view. Watching Jerryson’s face turn red and unable to speak, Xiao Tianci shook his head, thinking, “Damn, terrifying. Just a moment ago, she was a beauty—now she’s a raging dragon. Who would dare take such a woman? That’s asking for trouble.”

He glanced at the aristocrat, who was clearly stunned. The woman who’d been so quiet and focused at the table was now a whirlwind, his mouth hanging open in disbelief.

“Miss… I think you should ease up. He… if you keep this up… he’ll suffocate in a moment.”

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She glared at Xiao Tianci with murderous intent, then turned to Jerryson and released her grip. Jerryson's feet touched the floor, and he nearly collapsed; a nearby waiter caught him, saving him from embarrassment.

“Bring Camillo out. I want to see…”

Jerryson, gasping for breath, hurried to explain, “Miss Fire, please don’t be angry—actually, this was arranged between Boss Qinglong and the owner…”

He looked at the beauty with an apologetic expression. She had been ready to continue her tirade, but upon hearing Jerryson’s words, she seemed to hit a wall, instantly subdued.

The aristocrat spoke up, “Miss, if you don’t mind, you’re welcome to use my chips.”

She returned to her seat, fuming, glaring at the Japanese player. She was unwilling to accept defeat; he’d been suppressing her all game, and this hand could be her comeback.

Watching her, Xiao Tianci realized she was struggling fiercely within. Judging by her fiery temperament, she must dislike the aristocrat as well. Xiao Tianci thought he’d join in the fun.

“Heh… oh… such a beautiful lady… honestly… if you’re willing to take off one piece of clothing… I’ll give you five million.” As he spoke, Xiao Tianci mused, “Tsk tsk, teasing a beauty in public—being a scoundrel takes a certain shamelessness, and a playboy even more so. It takes real courage. Without a bit of liquid courage, I couldn’t do it.”

Standing behind Xiao Tianci, Fang Meng and Chief Steward Lin Jian exchanged puzzled glances. What was the boss doing—was he really drunk?

“You’re asking for death?”

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