Old Mo, eating fish in a courtyard house, reigning supreme in Hong Kong.

Chapter 282: Blacklisted

"Who is it?"

Old Mo's eyes widened immediately, and he scanned the area with his divine sense.

He saw a white man leading four black men knocking on his door in the hallway outside.

Most importantly, all five of them were carrying guns.

They all carried pistols, which they concealed very well, tucked into their waistbands.

Moreover, they knocked on the door politely, not like they were about to start a fight.

"Get up, someone is coming. Drink this water."

Lao Mo handed Ye Zimei a bottle of water.

Upon hearing this, Ye Zimei immediately grabbed a water bottle and gulped down the water in one go.

That feeling of being fully revived returned instantly, and I felt much stronger than before.

Yes, Ye Zimei could taste it too; this water was completely different from yesterday's.

This is water that can make people stronger. It's incredibly precious.

She made the perfect choice in marrying this man. She'd be happy to be his wife, even a concubine, let alone a secondary wife.

Old Mo drank a glass of water before asking towards the door, "Who is it?"

The white man outside said in broken Chinese, "Hello, Mr. Chen. Excuse me, I'm Torres, the manager of Caesars Hotel. Our boss would like to meet you and make friends."

Trouble has finally arrived.

If Lao Mo doesn't want to fight his way out of here with a submachine gun, then he'll have to go see his boss.

It's estimated that his story has become headline news among the big hotel owners in Las Vegas today.

"Okay! Wait a moment, we'll get dressed and then we'll go out."

"Yes, sir."

The white man outside was still as polite as ever.

Old Mo took out the prepared clothes from his spatial storage, and the two of them changed into them.

Old Mo then came to the hall and opened the door.

Ye Zimei didn't come out; instead, she hid in the room, holding a gun and watching the outside world warily.

They emptied two billion in one night, and Ye Zimei knew there was danger involved.

In this day and age, there are two billion people, which is a very small number, even in the United States.

Although those large conglomerates in the United States are wealthy, they are not owned by individuals.

Upon opening the door, Torres bowed to Old Mo before saying, "Mr. Chen, I apologize for the intrusion. Our boss has prepared lunch for you. We hope you will do us the honor of joining us for lunch."

Old Mo nodded and asked, "Who is your boss?"

Torres didn't hide anything, smiling slightly as he said, "Our boss is Caesar, the owner of Caesars Hotel, one of the biggest bosses in Las Vegas. We hope Mr. Chen will do us the honor of joining us."

Old Mo asked, "Where is he?"

Torres said, "It's in a private room at the hotel downstairs, Mr. Chen, please."

Old Mo thought for a moment, then said from inside, "Baby, come out. Let's go and meet this Caesar."

Ye Zimei then put away her gun and came out.

"Lead the way!"

The two followed the five men and soon arrived at a private room downstairs.

Upon entering the private room, the five men did not follow; instead, they remained guarding the doorway.

Inside the private room was a round table laden with over a dozen exquisite dishes and various wines. Both Chinese and Western cuisine were available.

Seated at the head of the table was a white man in his forties. Behind him stood two bodyguards wearing sunglasses.

Old Mo could see with his divine sense that they all had weapons tucked into their waistbands.

"Oh, Mr. Chen, you've arrived. Please have a seat."

This guy was speaking English, which Old Mo couldn't understand at all.

Suddenly, an idea struck Lao Mo. He possessed a system; buying a skill with money shouldn't be difficult, right?

Sure enough, after communicating with the system, I spent ten million US dollars to buy someone who was fluent in English.

A surge of knowledge entered his mind, and Old Mo immediately felt that he had mastered English.

Hehe, so this is the correct way to use the system. This system only cares about money; as long as you have money, it can make anything happen for you.

"Honey, he asked us to sit down."

Old Mo smiled slightly and said, "You don't need to translate, I understand."

Forehead?

Ye Zimei had a black line drawn on her forehead. What's going on?

She was certain that Lao Mo hadn't understood before, but now he said he did. That was rather strange.

Old Mo ignored him and sat down opposite Caesar.

"Mr. Caesar, is there something you need from me?"

Old Mo spoke fluent English as soon as he opened his mouth. Ye Zimei was completely stunned.

She came along as a translator, thinking she was still of some use, but now she's completely useless.

It seems her husband just used it as an excuse to bring her here for fun. Why am I feeling a little secretly pleased?

"Oh, Mr. Chen, you can speak English! That makes communication much easier for us."

Caesar was pleased.

Old Mo nodded and said, "What is it, Mr. Caesar? Please speak freely! My time is precious, thank you!"

Caesar laughed.

"Since that's the case, then I'll get straight to the point. It's like this: last night, Mr. Chen's deeds have been widely discussed in this area."

I deeply admire Mr. Chen's gambling skills. Therefore, I would like to ask Mr. Chen to gamble for me in a game. I wonder if Mr. Chen would be willing?

Old Mo smiled and asked, "How much is the appearance fee?"

Caesar smiled and held up one finger.

"If you can win, I'll give you a hundred million US dollars."

This is absolutely the highest price imaginable. Even the American gambling god wouldn't pay such a high price.

Caesar offered this price because the man had the ability to win two billion in one night.

Someone wins two billion in one night, and you give them too little? Isn't that an insult?

Therefore, this price is quite reasonable.

Old Mo shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Caesar, with this price, I might as well go down to the casino and take a walk! I can win a hundred million in just a few minutes."

Caesar shook his head and said, "Mr. Chen, you're joking. You're already on the blacklist of all the major casinos. The reason you were able to win money at various casinos last night was because you caught everyone off guard."

If you go back today, it's impossible. Nobody will serve you anymore. So you can't win a single penny in Las Vegas now.

Upon hearing this, Lao Mo was speechless. This was something he had expected, but he hadn't anticipated being completely blocked so quickly.

Old Mo chuckled and said, "Mr. Caesar, there are casinos in Las Vegas, not just in the world. I can earn a hundred million anywhere, can't I?"

Caesar was not annoyed and smiled, saying, "I really admire Mr. Chen's gambling skills. If Mr. Chen does not agree to this plan, I have another one."

My bet this time is their casino. If I win, I can give you five percent of the shares, but I don't know if Mr. Chen dares to accept?"

"Dare to accept?" means asking if you are confident of winning.

Old Mo chuckled and said, "I'm definitely confident I can beat you, but isn't five percent a bit too little?"