Jiang Tang was playing a game with the manager, losing once costs ten thousand.
For ordinary people, this is a huge gamble.
Chess, ordinary people canât afford to play like this either.
Jiang Tang didnât care about this money, it was just some money he had won back anyway.
Playing chess like this, they could play until dawn and not finish.
Even losing every time wouldnât finish the game.
Jiang Tang knew this person probably wanted to know what would happen to the big boss?
If the big boss was injured by him, he might try to keep him confined here by any means necessary.
If it wasnât him who poisoned the boss, this person would still want the boss to recover so he could deal with him at will.
This personâs skills are so advanced, the manager and the second boss wanted him to work here professionally, were they afraid of the endless stream of money?
This personâs methods are so clever that even they couldnât figure out how he won the money.
Their skills were nowhere near his, they couldnât help but admire him; he was that impressive.
Even the Gambling God was just like this.
This time, Jiang Tang played chess without using any tricks, just using his intelligence to engage in magic combat with the opponent.
The manager was already a professional, very strong in this area.
But there was always someone stronger.
He used to think he could win, winning each time.
When playing with those contestants, those who also competed, in such chess gambling, he would both win and lose.
To be invited here meant his skills were solid.
Some ordinary people, their skills were not strong.
The way they played chess was by setting up formations using various military strategies.
Using combat or formation tactics to take out the opponentâs pieces.
The manager started sweating because the game became increasingly difficult.
How could he have known?
Jiang Tang was originally a person who studied formations, though not the kind used on battlefields or by soldiers.
He hadnât studied Sun Tzuâs Art of War to play chess.
But Jiang Tang could set up formations, laying simple traps in the chess game, letting the opponent fall in, taking out their pieces.
Winning was that easy.
The manager saw himself losing ten thousand, ten thousand at a time; he thought he was steady enough.
Playing chess for ten thousand a game, thatâs already a big amount.
He didnât look down on it either.
But he was just a worker, and the funds he could use were limited; if he exceeded this limit, he would have to bear it himself.
The bodyguards watching on the side...
The second bossâs eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Jiang Tang wasnât afraid of their stares.
Losing ten thousand after ten thousand to him, he couldnât even gamble if he wanted to.
But this technical skill couldnât be cheap for others, werenât they trying to cheat him?
Let them taste the bitterness of heartache.
Let them suffer a loss trying to pull a fast one.
The manager couldnât hold on after losing six times, a limit of over a hundred thousand in one night.
Having already lost a few times, the pressure was immense.
He quit, choosing an excuse, the excuse of going to the bathroom.
Then he ignored Jiang Tangâs mocking gaze and hurried away.
Then the second boss invited Jiang Tang to play the slot machines.
These machines could also be secretly manipulated.
Jiang Tang nodded in agreement, was he afraid of others?
Trying to make him lose out?
That was definitely not possible.
He came in with a lot of chips, and when the second boss took him out, he had even more chips.
He took him to the slot machine area.
There were also many people playing here, and some addictive types remaining.
However, their companions who came earlier were also here, they had waited too long outside earlier, so they came here to play.
Those playing on the slots would win some and lose some, the losses werenât big.
But these rich second-generation individuals didnât lack money, they as accomplices here were just conning outsiders.
Of course, they wouldnât lose a lot, even if they did, theyâd be compensated later.
They previously thought this profession of making extra money was easy, but Jiang Tang today made them feel uneasy.
Every time they brought him in, he won, even though he had already won several million outside, for the local casino, these millions were just a monthâs profit.
Not enough to be the foundation of the venue, but they vaguely felt uneasy in their hearts.
Jiang Tang, who used to be just a nobody, now made them jealous with his looks, abilities, and luck.
Originally acquaintances, having a falling out with someone like him wasnât good, they invited him in without any pressure.
Bringing a familiar face was easier than a stranger; otherwise, thereâd be nothing, like a backstab from your fellow villager or friend.
They originally thought someone had taken Jiang Tang to the big bossâs room, where he would suffer if not die.
Didnât expect Jiang Tang to appear here at the slot machines.
Surprised and scared them.
Seeing how many chips Jiang Tang held, did he win a lot again?
How did Jiang Tang have such good luck?
Someone even the big boss couldnât deal with?
Could he be the Gambling Godâs protĂ©gĂ©?
No way, no way, absolutely not possible.
The big boss lost, then thereâs the manager, and the second boss.
Making it past the biggest hurdles, when would Jiang Tang finish playing slots to win back his money?
He could win a fortune without spending a penny.
Far easier than doing business, winning several million in a single night.
These people, with stunned expressions, fixed their gaze on Jiang Tang.
"Donât you recognize me? Shouldnât you congratulate me?"
Jiang Tang smiled, already clear about their thoughts, what they did, though not murderers or arsonists, they had other sins.