"Betting on Big or Small? Alright, go call Jack over," Ke Xiangdong said, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he instructed one of his subordinates. As the saying goes, the simpler the form of gambling, the easier it is to lose, especially when betting against their casino. They made their living off this—how could they possibly be afraid?
"Yes, General Manager." A staff member from the VIP room responded, bowing slightly as he backed out of the room.
A moment later, he returned with a Black man who looked to be in his thirties or forties. He wore a black jacket on top and extravagant hip-hop baggy pants below. His hair was styled in thick braids, and he carried a nonchalant, playful demeanor. Walking in, he laughed toward Ke Xiangdong, "Hi, Mr. Ke, I heard you called for me? You know my appearance fee is pretty hefty, right?"
