Actually, when the person offered him a cigarette, it was already special.

Jiang Tang just used an Illusion Technique, transforming the food, drinks, and so-called cigarettes into his own.

He entered the Cultivation World, changed his body, and was desperately cultivating, improving his physique—how could he afford to make cigarettes?

Past bad habits included smoking and drinking.

Only drinking; he hadn’t smoked for a long time.

Jiang Tang knew that smoking would bring hidden dangers to a body.

He was accustomed to such harsh environments, so quitting smoking was that easy.

He came to the casino, and here, it was smoky, in a chaotic venue.

Because of the environment, the air quality upon entry was also poor.

Jiang Tang’s body had a purification function, an automatic one, preventing him from inhaling such unpleasant smells.

Someone led him into the venue; this was designed by some person, who knows who the people behind them were?

But soon, very soon, it would be clear.

Inside the hall, there was a mahjong parlor; once inside, it opened up to a card-playing area.

They entered from the ground floor, then went downstairs to the basement level, from below upwards.

The person introducing said, "What do you want to play?"

"How high do you want to play?"

Everything is according to your own preferences, and initially, cash is exchanged for chips.

There were no limits to what people could choose to play, depending on how much money they had,

or whether they had people to form a team to play with.

Before Jiang Tang even entered, he had already scanned the entire building.

Upon entering, he also observed the entire building.

Besides the parking lot, where many luxury cars were parked,

this building had secret rooms; seemingly, there were no people in the corridor, yet there were people standing in the passageway to the rooms, in the hallway.

They were either sitting or standing; they were people secretly watching as sentries.

As for inside the venue?

There were security guards in the venue; those people did not seem dangerous, yet they had to be guarded against.

Besides their Hidden Weapons, these guards also had firearms.

Groups of people were sitting at the mahjong tables, and there were no empty seats.

Jiang Tang actually hadn’t played this for a long time.

But before they started playing, they first went to exchange chips.

With these chips, they could play whatever they wanted.

Jiang Tang had been studying before; after starting a business, he had a lot of money from real-life phones and bank cards.

He went to exchange for a million in chips.

A million in chips was a considerable amount to play with in this city.

After all, they were starting with mahjong; how much did they want to play for?

They came as a group that just so happened to form a team.

However, they didn’t all sit down together; when playing mahjong, another person joined them from the venue.

Was this person from outside?

Or a mahjong expert?

Or perhaps a skilled observer in the venue?

Jiang Tang had never been here before; a million was just a small amount, if it was lost, it was lost.

But when playing mahjong, whatever tile he wanted, he got, wasn’t that easy?

How to pass through this trap tonight?

Uncover the people behind the scenes?

Want to know who was targeting him?

Jiang Tang didn’t mind using a little trickery.

The person who sat down gave a secret glance to their companion.

Then there were chips in front of him; it seemed like these companions who came with Jiang Tang didn’t recognize him.

But it was as if he was a regular player here.

Some people came here to play mahjong; they had appointments with others.

For a lone player like this, there was reason to suspect they were with the venue; it was possible they conspired to work together against him.

Jiang Tang pretended not to know.

When everyone started to pick up and play cards,

Jiang Tang, of course, knew the rules of mahjong; they had already agreed on the rules before playing.

High stakes meant five thousand.

Jiang Tang simply got whatever tile he wanted; he could see through them and change tiles in the phantom, unnoticed by others.

No matter if they conspired or not, those who exchanged for a million like him were about to witness the real skills of a cheater.

Jiang Tang could use this ability to take down the opponent’s technical staff.

He won the first round, while the other three lost big and gained small.

The dealer was that person, and within ten minutes, he’d won more than ten thousand.

In the eyes of ordinary people, and the eyes of typical rich second-generation kids, it wasn’t much; they weren’t tense at first, thinking Jiang Tang was just lucky.

The original player had intended to let a win lure people into addiction.

Jiang Tang won the first time, regardless of whether the opponent let them win or it was luck, or even skill.

In the first, second, third, fourth rounds, after Jiang Tang won, those who came with him couldn’t remain calm.

Even the dealer couldn’t remain composed.

In less than an hour, Jiang Tang had won tens of thousands.

Although some people do business and earn hundreds of thousands or millions an hour, or billions in a deal—it just happens with big companies.

This venue was relatively low-key, not a Gambling City.

It wasn’t considered high-stakes gambling here.

Jiang Tang looked at the time; it was already past 11 p.m.

Playing here for a few more hours wasn’t an option; he couldn’t waste time here.

As for the night’s live broadcast, he stuck with the previous plan.

Let the pet beside him handle the live broadcast.

After playing another dozen or so times, by then he’d won many times and never lost once.

Those playing alongside him got red-eyed.

They never expected to continually lose at such a trivial game of mahjong.

Even the manager overseeing the venue couldn’t help questioning life.

He had a miniature earpiece; their every move here was monitored.

Inside the casino, someone was watching, and tonight’s big boss, the person behind the scenes, was also present.

The manager in charge was also there.

They watched from a room in each venue; for unusual customers, they were in the control room, observing the positions.

Don’t say someone’s luck would get them wins and losses.

With these games, there’s usually more losses.

The venue provides space, of course, hoping to make a profit.

Jiang Tang was scheduled to come in tonight; from the moment he entered, he was monitored.

His every move seemed not unusual at all.

Yet, they couldn’t find anything unusual from the surveillance, but still, something felt off.

The boss behind the scenes fixed his eyes on Jiang Tang, glimmering with interest.

There was a slight Evil Qi on his body, exuding a faint black aura, invisible to ordinary people.

This person’s skills weren’t enough to see Jiang Tang’s techniques.

A businessman’s intuition sensed Jiang Tang was cheating.

They played these games often, and now, they were being played.

So, he instructed the manager to lure them into playing other games.

One of the people who came with Jiang Tang had received information through an earpiece.

No wonder they were agitated—they kept losing, feeling anxious inside.

Worried if what they lost had to be covered from their pocket.

After Jiang Tang won again, someone suggested they stop playing.

As soon as this person spoke, the other people all got up.

Jiang Tang was indifferent; such a small amount, and they were nervous already?

Not even ten thousand yet.

Afterwards, these people led him to a card-playing area.

In card games, there were big games and small games.

This also relied on luck and other people’s skills.

Jiang Tang calmly let himself be led to the card area, where they set up a space.

Then others joined them to play together.

Jiang Tang wasn’t afraid at all, no matter how familiar the other party was with the cards.

He wouldn’t let the others cheat; whatever he wanted, he got.

Even if the other party was prepared, he’d change the numbers.

Jiang Tang’s playing method was completely utilizing his ability to win.

Using clairvoyance, using Huangjing, while the other side was unable to control, he could win.

This time, someone was dealing the cards again.

Jiang Tang played with bursting luck.

Not only did he win his companions’ money, but also the money of those who played with him.

The dealer, of course, was someone from the venue.

That person was already sweating heavily.

Jiang Tang won repeatedly.

The chips he won exceeded hundreds of thousands.

Jiang Tang chuckled to himself, "Your psychological endurance is weak."

"With this... You want to trap me?"

"I won’t let you leave without losing your pants."

Of course, Jiang Tang wasn’t afraid of winning so much and being unable to leave.

He also wasn’t scared of trouble coming after leaving here.