"Have a seat." The middle-aged man looked fairly courteous, gesturing for him to sit.
Bryan White made himself comfortable on the sofa, leaning against the backrest with a cold smile on his lips, "Are you the person in charge here?"
"Hello, my name is Cuban." The middle-aged man extended his hand.
Bryan White stared at his hand but did not reach out. Cuban wasn't embarrassed and withdrew his hand, sitting on the sofa opposite him.
"Cuban..." Bryan White fixated on the man's face, reciting the name, "If I recall correctly, you used to be the god of gambling in Las Vegas! How did you end up as a manager at the casino?!"
Cuban smiled and didn't answer, instead, he waved for his subordinates to open the surveillance footage. The scenes displayed were all from Bryan White's gambling tonight.
"No cheating, no accomplices, sir, how did you manage to win a hundred million?!" Cuban smiled at Bryan White, waiting for him to speak.
