Hunter cashed out the last few tens of thousands in chips and walked out of the casino with the money in hand.
Over the past few days of grinding the tables, his Gambling skill had finally reached max level.
A few other skills had also risen by one or two levels.
In a very good mood, he drifted back toward the fountain plaza not far from the Bellagio.
Leaning against the outer wall of one of the wishing pools at the edge of the square, Hunter summoned the familiar system panel that only he could see.
Then he spent all eleven free attribute points at once.
The panel updated immediately.
[Host: Sun Cheng.]
[Lifespan: 18/75.]
[Intelligence: 52.]
[Strength: 51.]
[Agility: 51.]
[Constitution: 50.]
[Stamina: 50.]
[Free attribute points: 0.]
Private Space: 261 cubic meters.
As he activated more and more skills, Hunter no longer even bothered checking every single one of the dozens that had triggered along the way.
Still, after dumping the points, he glanced over the list and focused on the growing number of Level 5 skills.
"Once a skill hits max level, I get ten free attribute points, which is basically two extra points across all five stats."
"On top of that, I gain one year of lifespan and ten more cubic meters of private space."
"And every maxed skill gives me a new passive effect."
Hunter had already studied the passive from his newly maxed Gambling skill.
Once it reached max level, he gained absolute control over cards.
Any card, including mahjong tiles, the moment he touched even a corner of it, he could instantly read every detail.
Weight. Pattern. Printed numbers. Written text.
A normal person would probably use a power like that to become a gambling god.
Hunter's thoughts went in a completely different direction.
"Total control over cards?"
"Could I turn special cards into weapons?"
"In some situations, they might be way more useful than guns."
Maybe it was because he had spent a few months working as a professional assassin under the Continental, where making money had been so easy, but ever since then, every time a skill hit max level, his first thought was how to use it more efficiently in a contract.
How to kill faster.
How to kill cleaner.
How to kill without being seen.
As for becoming a casino legend and making a fortune off gambling?
Forget it.
He had only been here a few days, and he had been deliberately controlling wins and losses the whole time.
Whenever he entered a casino in disguise and played a few hands, the experience gains from winning were always far better than from losing.
So he would keep the results balanced, but in the end he still won more than he lost.
That meant every casino he left behind was usually lighter by several thousand to tens of thousands of dollars.
It did not look like much.
But even then, over the last few days, plenty of casinos and their backers had noticed him.
He had been tailed more than a dozen times and even had to deal with a few especially reckless trackers himself.
In the end, his Las Vegas gambling haul only came to around three or four million dollars.
He had changed his face and clothing more than once, but the city still started to circulate rumors.
Stories about some Eastern card shark, some professional gambler, some mysterious cheating master from abroad.
Hunter never expected the casinos here to be so greedy, like they wanted every last dollar from the players for themselves.
Trying to make money off them through gambling was too much trouble.
Compared with that, it was much easier to take contracts from the Continental.
Or to keep pretending he did not know Diana had a more dangerous background, and take jobs from her instead.
After all, since crossing into this world, he had never been particularly burdened by morality.
As long as the contract had nothing to do with Chinese nationals or Chinese descendants, and as long as he avoided targeting women and children when possible, those were his only real bottom lines.
Other than that, he did not have many scruples.
He was still staring absentmindedly at the invisible system panel when he suddenly felt eyes on him.
A moment later, more gazes joined in.
Hunter's instincts sharpened at once.
As his five core attributes kept climbing, his sensitivity to outside attention and hostility had become increasingly sharp.
When he walked down the street, people glanced at him and then looked away.
That usually did not bother him.
At most, he would casually glance back and judge whether they were dangerous.
But anyone who stared too long, or looked at him with obvious scrutiny or hostility, triggered his warning instincts immediately.
This time, it was scrutiny.
Hunter closed the system panel, lit a cigarette, checked his watch, and then started looking around with a deliberate air of impatience, as if he were waiting for someone who was late.
At the same time, he used the moment to identify the direction of those gazes.
He wanted to know who had locked onto him again.
It could not be helped.
Over the last few days, he had played in enough casinos to attract attention.
A lot of casino owners were nothing like the generous faces they showed the public.
So during the last several days, Hunter had been tailed by plenty of hired muscle who wanted to teach him a lesson.
He was used to it now.
And since he had just come out of another casino, getting targeted again was almost expected.
Maybe the people watching him did not expect him to react so fast.
Or maybe they simply thought his "waiting for someone" act was genuine.
Either way, Hunter followed the line of sight and quickly locked onto the source.
When he saw the three people standing off to the side, whispering among themselves while glancing at him, he froze.
Then realization hit him.
"Wait... these guys..."
"Am I back in another plotline?"
"Looking at them..."
"Vegas..."
"Bellagio..."
"Terry Benedict..."
"Hold on. Did I just trigger Ocean's Eleven again?"
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