One hundred, two hundred, two hundred and fifty, two hundred seventy...
In addition to 500,000 yuan he had stolen, Ling Fan won 2,800,000 yuan by gambling.
In the eyes of the rich, the money was barely enough to buy a car for their lovers. But in the eyes of the poor, it was a colossal sum of money. Most of them could not make that much money in their lifetime.
'Well done,' Ling Fan thought to himself.
He was very satisfied with his achievement.
Seeing Ling Fan gathering up his chips, the banker raised his eyebrows and asked, "No more bets?"
Ling Fan smiled and replied, "No. That's enough."
His reply was typical of an AG boy. Ling Fan had more than two million yuan now. It was enough for a material boy's daily expenses in the next month or two. With the money, he could buy designer clothes and smarten himself up.
Boys like Ling Fan who knew when to stop were rarely seen.
The banker thought highly of Ling Fan.
Ling Fan didn't care about what other people thought. He went straight to a washroom and changed back into his own clothes. Then he went to the casino's exchange counter with his chips.
...
"Sir, 2.8 million in total. Please give me your bank card," said a female cashier.
"I want cash. Please put all my money in this bag." With that, Ling Fan handed a black travelling bag to the cashier.
He had a bank account to which his mother remitted money. But he didn't intend to use his bank card, because bank transfers were bound to leave a trail of clues.
...
The bag full of cash weighed nearly 30 kilos. Ling Fan hefted the bag and felt it was very heavy. He couldn't help but admire himself for having brought such a big wheeled bag with him.
With curious eyes, the female cashier watched Ling Fan walk out the side door with a bag of money. He looked calm, but his eyes shone with excitement.
He went out and was about to leave the casino when a black sports car attracted his attention.
Huh!
He seemed to have been very lucky since his rebirth.
He chose to leave through the side door in order to avoid trouble. He didn't expect to see the Underground Emperor of N City, Chu Xiao. After all, Chu Xiao was a big shot. Many people, including some CEOs of big companies, wanted to meet him but had no chance at all.
Seeing Chu Xiao get out of the car, Ling Fan moved a step backward. Under cover of darkness, he hid himself quietly behind a flowerbed, but his eyes fixed on Chu Xiao.
In his previous life, because of Chu Xiao, Ling Fan had been almost killed in that car accident. Later, he had been sent to prison. But actually, he had never met Chu Xiao face to face before. He had only seen him on TV. It had never occurred to Ling Fan that he would encounter Chu Xiao here.
'It's said that Chu Xiao is overbearing, aloof, handsome, and had a distinguished bearing. Now I know it's not just hearsay.
To be more exact, he is even better than I imagined,' Ling Fan thought to himself.
A common saying goes, "When rivals in love meet face to face, their eyes blaze with hatred." For an instant Ling Fan was enchanted by Chu Xiao's manly beauty, but soon he came back to himself. Hatred of Chu Xiao welled up in his heart.
If it hadn't been for Chu Xiao, he wouldn't have died tragically young in his previous life. But meanwhile, he wanted to thank Chu Xiao. If it hadn't been for Chu Xiao, he wouldn't have had the chance to start over again...
This time they were not rivals in love, but he wouldn't let Chu Xiao off lightly.
His opponent was powerful, but he had enough time to make himself strong. One day he would have the ability to wreak vengeance on Chu Xiao.
Ling Fan clenched his fists, his dark brown eyes shining bright in the dark.
Maybe it was because Ling Fan's gaze was too intense or because Chu Xiao was a man of great perception that Chu Xiao soon perceived that someone was watching him. His eyes fell upon the flowerbed near the side door, where Ling Fan had been hiding.
But it was too late. Ling Fan had already disappeared in the darkness with his travelling bag.