"Hello, guests. I am the lobby manager of Nine Heavens of the Milky Way." A short while later, a senior lobby manager ran over, sweating profusely. Even though the casino's air conditioning was on full blast, he still felt hot all over, his hands clammy with sweat.
There was no helping it! What had he just heard? One of their female staff members had said a guest wanted to exchange one hundred million in chips—in US dollars, no less! What did that even mean? He feared that even building another Nine Heavens of the Milky Way wouldn't cost that much! This had to be a joke! Impossible!
He had initially assumed the female staff member was joking, or perhaps someone was causing trouble. However, when he walked over and saw the Centurion Black Card on the counter, he couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath of cold air, a look of utter shock flashing across his eyes.
