VIP Hall, He Chen stood by the railing on the second floor, narrowing his eyes as he observed Yin Mo, who was gambling inside the hall.
The time was already 3:30 in the deep night, and around the gambling table where she was, there were quite a few men with ulterior motives.
At least in He Chen's view, that group of gamblers was extremely unpleasant.
Yin Mo's cheeks had a hint of pink, like a slight drunken blush, which to men appeared captivating and charming.
He Chen leaned slightly against the railing, silent for a long time, and then gestured downstairs, "Send her another ten million in chips."
Ah Yong immediately nodded, "Got it, Brother Chen."
Over here, Yin Mo had just won three million when a bodyguard came over with a tray, "Miss Yin, enjoy your game."
Yin Mo: "???"
She looked at the pile of chips in front of her, subconsciously said, "That's too much, take it back, if I win another seven million, that's enough."
Other gamblers at the table: "???"
