Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

In the passenger seat.

Hearing Li Mo'an's crisp and decisive "Okay".

The gambling tycoon, dressed in a suit, beamed with delight.

The wrinkles on his face smoothed out with excitement.

His eyes gleamed with an irrepressible light.

He had been waiting for this day for far too long.

Without any hesitation.

The tycoon immediately reached into the inside pocket of his clothes.

He pulled out a black, encrypted phone.

My thumbs tapped the keyboard a few times quickly.

I dialed a number.

The call was connected.

He swiftly and decisively gave instructions into the microphone.

"The young master has spoken."

"Proceed according to plan."

"Send the invitation and challenge to Ho Ka-fai."

His voice was deliberately lowered, but his tone carried the chilling aura unique to gangsters.

Just a few words.

The challenges were fully arranged.

hang up the phone.

The tycoon carefully put the encrypted phone away again.

The air conditioning inside the carriage was blowing gently.

Li Mo'an leaned back calmly in the leather seat.

He didn't ask any further questions.

I just took it as part of the production crew's schedule.

In his view, it was only natural that the son of the God of Gamblers' subordinates were efficient.

Dilraba followed his example and comfortably leaned back in her seat.

The convoy drove smoothly on the road.

They headed towards the top-tier rest area that the gambling tycoons had arranged in advance.

........................................

Meanwhile.

As the call was dialed.

A storm that had been brewing for thirty years was now brewing over Oka Island.

Central area of ​​Okushima Island.

Night fell over a vast estate.

The manor's outer walls are high, and the iron gates are tightly closed.

This is the residence of the late gambling tycoon Stanley Ho.

A black sedan stopped outside the iron gate of the manor.

The car door opened.

One of the gambling tycoon's trusted henchmen stepped down.

The subordinate was wearing a sharp dark suit.

The leather shoes stepped on the ground.

The footsteps were especially clear in the quiet night.

He straightened his tie, his face expressionless.

They personally visited the premises, citing the fearsome reputation of the international gambling syndicate.

Several bodyguards at the entrance of the manor immediately stepped forward to block their way.

His men stopped in their tracks.

He did not force his way in.

Instead, he took out a gold-rimmed visiting card from his pocket and handed it over.

The bodyguard glanced at the signature on the visiting card, and his expression changed instantly.

No one dared to neglect a guest of this caliber.

The message was relayed through the layers of management.

A few minutes later.

The manor's iron gates slid open to both sides.

This trusted subordinate was led into the luxurious manor of the He family.

Walk through the cobblestone courtyard.

He arrived at the extremely oppressive hall on the first floor.

Inside the lobby.

Bright lights.

His men met He Jiahui, who had dominated Ao Island for many years.

The old gambling king was sitting in the main seat of the grand chair.

He was holding two walnuts in his hand.

It makes a clicking or rubbing sound.

His trusted subordinates stepped forward.

It stopped a few steps away from the grand master's chair.

He took the challenge letter out of his briefcase.

He gripped the edge of the post with both hands.

Then, he respectfully handed over the challenge letter.

The He family's butler came over, took the invitation, and placed it on the coffee table next to He Jiahui.

After doing all this.

The subordinate bowed slightly.

Maintain a humble yet assertive attitude.

after all.

Although these gambling tycoons were forced out of Oklahoma City by the old gambling king, Ho Ka-fai.

There is an irreconcilable deep-seated hatred between the two sides.

For the past thirty years, they have been irreconcilable enemies.

but.

In such a top-level duel, the proper etiquette must not be neglected.

The reputation of international gaming groups cannot tolerate the slightest flaw.

After completing the task, the subordinate didn't say a word and turned to leave the hall.

As that person left.

The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Even the sound of the night wind rustling the leaves outside could be heard clearly.

He Jiahui stopped playing with the walnuts in his hand.

The air became quiet.

He placed the walnuts aside.

My gaze fell on the gold-embossed challenge letter on the coffee table.

This thin piece of paper seemed to weigh a ton.

He stretched out his withered hand and picked up the challenge letter.

The gambling king, who was over sixty years old, scanned the words in the post.

When he saw the signature and the challenger's name on it.

He Jiahui's hands trembled slightly.

That chill, which I hadn't felt in years, instantly shot from the soles of my feet straight to my head.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

A rare hint of fear flickered in his eyes.

"Li Mo'an..."

He looked at the name.

The door deep in my memory was suddenly smashed open.

He Jiahui slumped into the armchair, somewhat dazed.

My body slammed heavily onto the chair cushion due to weightlessness.

He muttered to himself:

"Is he that guy's son?"

Fear spread through my chest like weeds.

Others only saw his power and influence on the island of Osaka.

But nobody knew.

Thirty years ago, after forcing that man's men out of Oku Island.

He appears successful on the surface.

But deep down, I was always uneasy.

That was the nightmare that haunted him for the rest of his life.

That man, back then, was wearing inconspicuous casual clothes and was with a few street thugs.

They fought their way through the treacherous and bloody land of Oku Island.

That kind of gambling skill that is as invincible as a god, that kind of ingenuity that can calculate without missing a single move.

Even now, the thought of it still sends chills down He Jiahui's spine.

these years.

He couldn't sleep peacefully every night.

Whenever I close my eyes, I dream of that man standing in front of the gambling table, coldly watching him.

He was terrified that one day that strange fellow would bring his men to attack his door.

Then, with an overwhelming force.

Win everything he has now.

No matter how much security he deployed on Oka Island or how many subordinates he kept, he couldn't dispel this deep-seated fear.

but.

I lived in fear for decades.

Days passed by one by one.

That guy seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Not a single word was left behind.

Even those former subordinates who were driven away never set foot on Oku Island again.

In the last two years.

As he got older, Ho Ka-fai's mindset gradually calmed down.

He already suspected that the other person might have died quietly in some hidden corner.

After all, people in their line of work have enemies all over the world.

Dying a violent death is the most normal outcome.

He's dead.

The He family is finally safe.

For the past few years, he has been comforting himself with this thought.

But I never expected it.

He had accepted everything and thought he was safe and sound.

Reality, however, dealt him a heavy blow.

I'm gone.

The other party's son then returned with a large international investment!

And right from the start, it was a challenge that was like a fight to the death.

They've clearly come to collect a debt from thirty years ago!

Stanley Ho, the former gambling tycoon, closed his eyes.

He leaned back in the armchair.

The lights in the hall shone on his wrinkled old face.

His withered fingers tapped on the armrest for a long time.

a bit.

Two times.

The rhythm of his tapping gradually quickened, revealing the intense struggle and weighing of his inner thoughts.

The fear was real.

But he was, after all, the gambling king who ruled Oklahoma for thirty years.

The ruthless, rebellious spirit that was ingrained in his bones had not been completely worn away by time.

He has to face reality.

Retreat would mean the disintegration of the Ho family business.

He had no way out.

When he opened his eyes again.

The fear in his eyes had transformed into a desperate ruthlessness.

The ruthless decisiveness cultivated from long-term positions of power allowed them to regain the upper hand.

He suddenly stood up.

His back was ramrod straight.

Staring at the challenge, he took a deep breath.

His voice was hoarse but unusually firm as he spoke:

"Okay, I accept!"

These words were spoken.

This marks the official establishment of a groundbreaking gamble that will impact the entire gambling landscape of Dongda University.

That's why he agreed so readily.

It's not just because they were forced into a corner and had no other choice.

Furthermore, because...

He clearly saw the stakes on the challenge letter.

That was a condition he couldn't refuse.

If he wins this bet.

The territorial blockade that has plagued the He family for decades will be completely lifted.

For decades, the Ho family could only reign supreme on this small piece of land in Ao Island.

As long as the funds are even slightly involved overseas.

They will then face relentless and aggressive attacks from international betting groups.

It's like having an invisible noose around your neck.

The more you struggle, the tighter the straps tighten.

now.

As long as we win this game.

The He family's capital can then openly and legitimately go global.

The immense lure of profit completely overcame the fear in my heart.

He Jiahui gritted his teeth, a hint of ferocity flashing in the corner of his eye.

"I'm wary of your father because he's an unfathomable monster."

"But you're just a little kid who's barely a baby."

He viciously plotted it in his mind.

He didn't believe that young punk.

He has such monstrous gambling skills as his father!