I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1398 1402: Hush Money

Over two hundred gamblers left the table in an instant, leaving only a shoe behind on the ground.
"Is it really that scary?" Zhang Menglong and Aubi exchanged a glance.
However, they had already achieved their goal. Half of these gamblers left the casino directly, while the rest dispersed to other tables.
"Let's go! Next table!"
...
Aubi was like a God of Gamblers wreaking havoc in the casino; in any game he bet on, the dealer would lose and make a run for it by night, carrying a train. As for the remaining people, who dared to deal against him?
Let Aubi deal? Wait for him to wipe everyone out?
Aubi and Zhang Menglong raked in nearly tens of millions in Year Coins from various places, but almost all the gamblers knew this duo. They were like plagues; wherever they went, people scattered.
A few hours later, except for the staff, there was almost no one left in the casino. The once bustling casino suddenly felt as deserted as after a cleanup raid.
"Hmm, not bad!" Watching the scene, Zhang Menglong wore a satisfied smile, "Can't afford to gamble, can you? If you can't afford it, you better shut down!"
As for whether it was ethical or not, he won his money fair and square—not by stealing, robbing, or cheating—so why should he feel guilty?
"Boss, give us the A set meal!"
Zhang Menglong and Aubi went to the food court and promptly ordered two of the priciest meals and began to dig in heartily.
...
As night fell, at a time when the casino should be thriving, two more groups of guests came but barely sat down before losing two games and quickly fleeing.
With these two around, who dared to play in this casino? That would be a sure loss!
"Ah, how boring!" Zhang Menglong yawned and found a random place to start teaching Aubi how to play cards.
"Supervisor, should I get rid of these two bastards for you…?"
"Hold on," the supervisor waved his hand, "Our losses aren't too bad yet, and unless it's absolutely necessary, we shouldn't do something that would tarnish our reputation. They can't possibly plan to stay here overnight, right?"
Two hours later…
Zhang Menglong and Aubi really did find a spot to lie down, and a few minutes later, their snores echoed like thunder…
"These bastards, are they really planning to spend the night here?" The supervisor was so furious his face turned green. Not only were these two gambling prodigies, but their shamelessness was also beyond measure!
"Supervisor, these two guys have been here for less than half a day, and our revenue is already down at least two-thirds compared to usual. If they keep this up every day, can we even keep the casino open? If the boss finds out, we'll definitely be punished."
"I know," the supervisor's expression flickered, "In this world, human life might not be valued, but businesspeople must be mindful of their influence; even if we 'eliminate' these two, if something goes wrong, leaving traces behind, who will dare to come to our casino again? We'll just end up with a reputation for not being able to take a loss, which would essentially mean shutting down."
"Here's what we'll do," the supervisor said, "invite them over. We don't necessarily have to be enemies; if there's an opportunity, maybe we can even be friends."
...
"Gentlemen?" a staff member cautiously approached Zhang Menglong and Aubi.
"Hmm… what's up?" Zhang Menglong was in a deep sleep, trusting that Gou Dan would alert him to any danger immediately.
"Well, our supervisor has seen your unbeaten streak in the games today, and even winning against the Gambling King, he greatly admires both of you and would like to have a chat with you, to make friends."
"Oh?" Zhang Menglong raised an eyebrow, "This supervisor has quite a mindset, not planning to pick a fight."
"Alright, let's meet your supervisor!" Zhang Menglong didn't just aim to survive in this world; if possible, he'd like to mess with the Controller of Nine-story Tower, even create some trouble for him.
In the previous world, countless battle weapons were his chips and tools. In this world, it's naturally a large number of Time Coins—the more, the better.
Thus, knowing some people with a bit of status and position here would definitely be beneficial for making money.
"Great, this way please!"
They walked through the casino's hall and into a winding path. Though not ostentatious, the design was tasteful, lined with pricey-looking artworks and sculptures.
A portal slowly opened to reveal a lavish room inside.
Zhang Menglong and Aubi boldly walked in. Gou Dan assured them there was no dangerous presence, so it seemed the supervisor had no ill intent towards them, at least not for the moment.
The supervisor, a burly man, sat at a wooden table, swirling a glass of a blue-violet liquid, probably some drink from this world.
"Please have a seat, gentlemen," the supervisor's manner was rather polished, "Let me introduce myself first, I'm the supervisor of the Ose Casino, name's Kirk."
"Hello Supervisor Kirk, I'm Zhang Menglong, but you can call me The Gambling Freak!"
"I'm Aubi, but you can call me God of Gamblers!"
They both displayed their presence right from their introductions.
"The Gambling Freak… God of Gamblers…" Kirk found it amusing; these two really dared to puff themselves up. In this world, hardly anyone dared to call themselves the God of Gamblers. The Gambling King mentioned was really just the Gambling King of their city and wouldn't rank high globally.
As for The Gambling Freak, the name sounded unpleasantly odd, unlike something a normal person would come up with.
Of course, Kirk didn't mind such trivialities—it was just a name, after all.
Moreover, from Kirk's perspective today, Zhang Menglong was indeed a peculiar person. He had encountered countless gambling experts, mostly relying on skills and incomprehensible cheating methods; this was his first time seeing someone relying solely on his words to 'bless' himself to victory, and even now, he struggled to discern whether it was real.
"I wonder what Mister Kirk's intentions are in inviting us over?" Zhang Menglong got straight to the point, "Did your gambling equipment break?"
"Hahahaha!" Kirk laughed, "Given the cleverness of you both, how could you not realize that's just an excuse? Your abilities are remarkable; if we don't do something, a double-roll of dice #2000 with 1 billion-to-1 odds would crush any casino in existence."
"You are rather candid," Zhang Menglong said, "So, what's your intention? It can't be just to clear up our doubts, can it?"
"Of course not," Kirk replied, "First, I'd like to be friends, that's a gesture from our casino!"
Kirk handed each of them a Time Coin card.
Zhang Menglong accepted without hesitation; each card had a balance of 50 million Year Coins.
"How could I accept this? Unwarranted gifts must be declined!"
Kirk's face turned a bit green, "You call this reluctance? If you were truly reluctant, why have you already absorbed these Time Coins into yourself?"
"Let's call it a confidentiality fee," Kirk said, "Mr. Gambling Freak, your words are too powerful; I hope you'll hold your tongue in our casino."
"Haha, I like this confidentiality fee!" Zhang Menglong replied, "This is a real 'hush money'!"
"Ahem," Kirk cleared his throat, "I can see you two gentlemen have money troubles?"
"How could you see through that, darn it!" Zhang Menglong exaggeratedly exclaimed.
"I have an idea that could make you far more money than here; I wonder if you gentlemen are interested?"