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I watched them fidgeting with anticipation, a cold smile creeping into my heart while a playful curve lingered on my lips.
Fools.
This group believed I was merely engaging in a ridiculous gamble.
Little did they know, a far greater "psychological hunt" had only just begun.
From their hushed whispers, I sensed a larger conspiracy brewing.
Gao Chen, that guy, looked so grim he could have dripped water.
He slowly pulled a handbag from the inner pocket of his suit.
This handbag was no ordinary one.
With my keen eyes, I noticed a subtle bulge on the side of the bag.
It seemed this old fox was indeed an "honest man."
"Wang Zheng, since you want to play, I'll play along," Gao Chen's voice was icy, carrying an undeniable air of authority.
He slammed the bag onto the table with a dull thud.
"But if I win, you will leave this city!"
As soon as those words left his mouth, the restaurant erupted once more.
All eyes were fixed on me.
Tension. Excitement.
I love this feeling.
I grinned widely, showing a hint of mischief.
"Deal!"
My tone was casual, as if I didn't take his threat seriously at all.
Zhao Yuan leaned in, her sharp voice laced with a touch of flattery, yet tinged with schadenfreude.
"Mr. Gao, this guy is just a lunatic; don't stoop to his level."
Her plump figure twisted like a barrel, and the gold-threaded qipao she wore was stretched tight against her body.
I noticed her gaze occasionally darting towards Gao Chen's handbag.
It seemed she was also interested in the "secret" inside that bag.
"No worries, I enjoy playing with lunatics."
Gao Chen snorted coldly, casting a glance at Zhao Yuan that held a barely perceptible disdain.
His fingers tapped lightly on the table, and his arms, wrapped in a designer suit, displayed smooth muscle lines.
I had to admit, despite being a creep, Gao Chen maintained a good physique.
Suddenly, I found myself with a wicked thought: would he look even better if he wore less?
Ugh!
What am I thinking!
I quickly shook off those inappropriate thoughts.
Attention returned to the gambling table.
"What’s the wager?"
I raised an eyebrow, locking eyes with Gao Chen, my gaze filled with challenge.
Gao Chen let out a cold laugh and pulled a document from his briefcase.
"This is my company's latest project proposal, valued at... one billion."
His voice was low, but each word resonated in the air.
One billion!
The entire restaurant fell silent.
Everyone's breathing became heavy.
One billion!
That was no small amount.
Even the seasoned gamblers couldn't help but gasp in surprise.
My heart trembled slightly.
As expected, Gao Chen was indeed wealthy and bold.
But this was the outcome I wanted.
Only a sufficiently large temptation could lure in bigger "fish."
Du Rong stood not far away, her gaze vacant, her thighs exposed to the air appearing somewhat stiff.
She seemed still dazed from the shock she had just experienced.
Her eyes were filled with confusion and helplessness.
This girl was too innocent.
And far too easy to manipulate.
A playful smile curled at the corners of my mouth.
"What about mine?"
I pointed to the cockroach I had tossed onto the table.
Gao Chen's eyes flashed with disdain.
"Yours... is hardly worth mentioning."
He glanced at the cockroach with contempt, as if it were something filthy.
I laughed, a somewhat wicked laugh.
"Hardly worth mentioning?"
Suddenly, I reached out and grabbed the cockroach again.
It struggled uneasily on my fingertip, its antennae twitching incessantly.
"It is worth much more than your so-called 'one billion.'"
My voice was not loud, but each word rang out clearly, carrying an undeniable arrogance.
Gao Chen's face instantly turned ashen.
He seemed taken aback by my audacity.
"Good, very good!"
Gao Chen gritted his teeth, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.
He suddenly grabbed his handbag and hurled it at me with all his might.
"Since you’re so arrogant, let’s see what this cockroach can bring you!"
I sidestepped, the handbag narrowly missing my ear as it slammed against the wall.
"Bang!"
With a loud crash, the handbag split open.
Its contents spilled out onto the floor.
Documents, cash...
And several photographs.
In one of the photos was an intimate shot of Du Rong.
She stood in front of a window, her back to the camera.
In the background was Gao Chen's villa.
A chill ran through me.
Just as I thought!
Gao Chen, that pervert, had been spying on Du Rong all along.
I suddenly turned my gaze towards Du Rong.
She was completely frozen.
Her once confused eyes were now filled with terror and despair.
Her body trembled uncontrollably.
A barely noticeable smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.
"Gao Chen, you have lost."
My voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
Gao Chen's face turned pale in an instant.
His eyes swept over the scattered photographs on the ground, a flicker of panic flashing in his gaze.
He wanted to argue.
He wanted to deny it.
But it was all too late.
I had already seen that inconspicuous detail in those photographs.
A secret about the "dark trade" that only I could uncover.
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