Chapter 0207

Lin Ran wasn’t much of a gambler. He was merely paying Brother Dao a small fee for his trouble while waiting for someone. Wei Xiang understood this perfectly, marveling at how generous Young Master Lin was, casually tossing one chip after another to the dealer as if they were worthless.

But Brother Dao watched with growing unease.

"Wei Xiang, go tell the dealer to find a way to let Young Master Lin win a few rounds."

Wei Xiang was baffled.

"Young Master Lin coming here is an honor for us. What’s wrong with treating him to some tea? Huh? What’s wrong with that?"

Wei Xiang nodded. "Got it."

Lin Ran stared at the colorful array of chips on the table, slowly becoming entranced.

He couldn’t help but think to himself—no wonder so many people ruined themselves over this and still refused to repent.

Gambling was truly a weapon that toyed with human emotions.

The thrill of the unknown was intoxicating, impossible to resist.

But Lin Ran wasn’t afraid of any of it. He wouldn’t get addicted, and even if he did, he had nothing to worry about.

With his wealth, he could play here for a lifetime without a care.

Just as Lin Ran was thoroughly enjoying himself, a man caught his attention.

"Friend, care to play a few rounds with me?"

Lin Ran glanced at the man beside him, then at the bodyguiders lurking in the shadows behind him. A faint smirk curled his lips.

So, the expected guest had finally arrived.

"Sure. Let’s open a private table."

And so, the two sat down at a separate table.

Of course, the dealer was from the casino—for fairness’ sake.

The man placed a stack of chips on the table. Lin Ran bet on "big," while he chose "small."

Lin Ran chuckled but said nothing, waiting calmly for the game to begin.

"Three, four, five—big." The dealer’s pleasant voice announced, and a pile of chips slid toward Lin Ran.

Betting on big or small was the simplest game—any fool could play it.

Round after round, the man lost until he was completely cleaned out.

Fiddling with his last remaining chip, the man sighed. "What a shame. No more chips left. Here, take this one too."

He tossed the chip toward Lin Ran, but Lin Ran didn’t catch it. Instead, his eyes gleamed with amusement.

"Old man, if you’re out of money, you can always take out a loan." With that, he flicked the last chip back.

The man froze, turning back in disbelief.

"I can get a loan here?"

"Of course."

After a moment of silence, seeing that Lin Ran refused his "gift," the man finally headed to the loan counter.

And so, Lin Ran continued fleecing him.

As they played, the man began sweating.

Even someone like him cared about money.

But he had to lose—and that feeling disgusted him.

Another loss. The man pushed his remaining chips forward, and the dealer slid them to Lin Ran, who casually plucked one out and tossed it back.

"For your trouble."

"Thank you, Young Master." The dealer smiled, thinking to himself how generous this young man was.

The man across the table glared, his fury no longer containable.

Now he finally understood—Lin Ran was doing this on purpose.

"Friend, what’s the meaning of this?"

Lin Ran shrugged. "What do you mean? She’s working hard dealing the cards. What’s wrong with tipping her? If you can’t handle losing, you’re free to walk away. Or if you’ve got the guts, go take out another loan."

Suppressing his rage, the man forced a careless expression.

"I see. Fine, friend—wait for me."

He stormed off to borrow again, this time maxing out his entire credit line.

When he returned:

"This is all I’ve got left—two million. If I lose this, I’m done."

He then handed two chips to the dealer.

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"Miss Dealer, I think that chip Young Master Lin gave you earlier might bring me luck. Would you mind trading it for these two?"

The dealer glanced at Lin Ran, who nodded. She politely made the exchange.

As the next round began, Lin Ran smiled in satisfaction.

Sure, he was already rich—but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy bankrupting the man across from him.

And now, an unexpected bonus. How interesting.

Meanwhile, the Liu family members watching from a distance were practically salivating.

"Son, look at Lin Ran—he’s already won tens of millions!"

"Yeah, how is that loser so lucky?"

"Is he cheating?"

"He must be. Let’s report him."

"Agreed."

So Liu Ritian went to find Wei Xiang, who was overseeing the floor. What he got in return was a brutal beating.

"You dare accuse Young Master Lin of cheating? Are you out of your damn mind? Young Master Lin, cheat? Like he needs that chump change?"

Liu’s mother helped Liu Ritian up.

"Brother Dao, what’s the meaning of this?"

Brother Dao, feeling mischievous, smirked at the three of them.

"When Young Master Lin exchanged chips earlier, he used a World Bank Black Card. Do you know what that means? It means that card can casually withdraw ten billion. Even trillionaires might not qualify for one."

The Liu family exchanged glances, their shock greater than ever before.

Ten billion? Did Lin Ran really have that kind of money?

Was everything he said true? Was that really just pocket money from Luo Yao? How did he deserve that?

How could a worthless guy like Lin Ran be worthy of Luo Yao’s devotion?

Was the heiress of the top financial empire really that blind?

Back at the table, Lin Ran and the man continued their high-stakes duel.

With bets never dipping below a million per round, the game drew every guest in the casino.

But with Lin Ran’s entourage of bodyguiders, no one could get too close—they could only watch from the sidelines.

"Now this is real high-stakes gambling. Every bet’s at least a million. Who is this young master? And who’s that guy? How have I never heard of them in the capital?"

"You don’t recognize him? Have you been living under a rock? He’s Luo Yao’s husband."

"Wait, whose husband?"

"Even if he’s Luo Yao’s husband, he shouldn’t be throwing around a woman’s money like this."

"Actually, Lin Ran comes from a wealthy family himself."

"I’d love to snap some evidence and expose him."

"Are you insane? Take a photo here, and you won’t leave alive."

Finally, the duel reached its climax. When the man went all-in with his last stack, Lin Ran matched him without hesitation.

And just like that, the man was left penniless.

"Friend, I’ve lost. There’s nothing left for me now. Maybe another time."

Lin Ran, thoroughly satisfied, pocketed the exchanged chip.

Seeing this, the man finally relaxed.

This bastard… playing mind games like this. Once the job was done, he’d make sure Lin Ran paid back tenfold.

Lin Ran smirked. "Good game."

A morning’s work, and tens of millions effortlessly flowed into his pockets. Now that was a satisfying feeling.

With that, Lin Ran cashed out his chips and left with his entourage.

The man sighed and prepared to do the same.

"Friend, let's settle the bill."

"What bill?"

"Your loan. House rules—payment due upon leaving."

The man froze, staring at them in disbelief.

"What kind of rule is that? Besides, I’m out of cash."

Wei Xiang flashed a bright grin, though inwardly, his guard was up.

"No problem. Real estate, stocks—we’ll take anything. We’re not picky."