Trafford's Trading Club

Rushing to the monitor room quickly, Andrew emitted the same aura as a beast.

Andrew had his strong points and extraordinary means, so that he could get to his present status by working hard in this big city.

Money is a good thing because it can buy over a lot of services from politicians. Because of this... Andrew could do many things beyond the limits.

His body perhaps exuded a bloody smell, which even the cologne could not hide it.

"Is he the guy?" Andrew gaze turned sharp like a falcon.

"Yes, boss, and now he has won his thirty-first. It’s weird that he spends the least amount of money each time, and never raise." The manager’s face looked awkward, "But fortunately he’s not playing baccarat... Otherwise, we will probably lose to other gamblers and go broke, even if he makes the minimum bets every time."

"Invite this gentleman to the VIP room," Andrew calmly said.

...

It was always mentioned in movies, and it seems that this plot was more likely to be shown in novels--- but it appears that there really was such a situation which could happen in daily life.

The VIP room was actually an area quieter than outside--- there was only the casino owner and one of his followers sitting beside him.

On the opposite side, Luo Qiu and You Ye were sitting there.

"Sir, what’s your name, please?" Andrew asked quite politely.

He didn’t believe in luck, but hard work. So he didn’t believe that someone could get a winning streak because of luck.

For this, Andrew heaved a deep sigh. One needed extraordinary skills to reach this level; and also, to dare to make these acts in a casino, extraordinary courage was a must.

So, suddenly Andrew became very interested in this young Eastern man--- no matter what his purpose was.

"Call me... K."

Boss Luo said softly, feeling he should be more casual in this place that was far away from his hometown.

In fact, their conversation was very harmonious.

It might be a bit old-fashioned. However, if it was for their personal interest, it would not matter, right?

"Mr. K?" Andrew nodded.

Obviously, this guy didn’t intend to show his true identity.

His suspicion increased; at the same time, Andrew’s fake smile became more sincere, "Oh, Mr. K, your card skills really surprised for me! I think it is difficult to find someone like you... What can I do for you, Mr. K?"

"Why does Mr. Andrew think I want your help?"

Andrew laughed, "Mr. K must be kidding. Each time you make a lowest bet, you won a number of times, but actually you earn very little. Isn’t that a hint for me??"

Luo Qiu played with a chip taken from the gambling table, suddenly knocked twice on the table, "Has Andrew ever heard of the ‘Golder Game’?"

Andrew was stunned.

After that moment, his expression became unusually stiffened. But his look soon turned relaxed, smiling, "The biggest and safest game secretly in the world, I think many people would know it, wouldn’t they?"

Luo Qiu said, "It’s good that Mr. Andrew knows it."

Saying that, Luo Qiu glanced at the man in suit behind Andrew.

Andrew said indifferently, "This is my assistant."

Luo Qiu also took it lightly, "At present, I have a ticket to ‘Golder’, is Mr. Andrew interested in it?"

Even though Andrew was unusually calm now, his quivering look betrayed his heart--- indeed, for him who knew what ‘Golder Game’ was, it was hard to maintain inner peace at the moment.

Golder ticket? That could not be acquired only by paying a small number of money!

Wealth, reputation, status ... even power, any of these was indispensable.

But Andrew was a suspicious person. His assistant lit a cigar for him. After smoking a little slowly, he suddenly laughed, "Is Mr. K’s ticket fake?

"I was really unhappy about the last game." Luo Qiu pretended not to hear anything and continued lying to him. "So I had to get rid of all the waste under my name and will be going to purchase some new ones. There are a lot of rings in Moscow, but I heard Mr. Andrew’s ring is good. After consideration, I came to you first."

"You want to buy a boxer from me and then attend ‘Golder’?" Andrew frowned.

It was not rare to buy and sell black market boxers in the underground world. It’s almost the same as trading football and basketball players among those licensed clubs.

However, since it was about trading boxers--- then why he intentionally mentioned ‘Golder’?

Luo Qiu coolly said, "Why did I deliberately disclose to Mr. Andrew about the ‘Golder Game’, hum?"

Andrew was shocked at this moment... This young guy could see through his thoughts. But he smiled calmly, "Is that weird? Why did Mr. K mention that game when talking about a simple boxer trade?"

"If it’s a mere boxing barter..." Luo Qiu blinked his eyes, "I’m afraid I cannot get the most powerful boxer from Mr. Andrew. Andrew is a professional, and should know the difference between first-rate boxers and second-rate ones. Simply speaking, I don’t want to get only second-rate or even third-rate boxer though I am paying the price for the first-rate boxer... I don’t care about boxer’s value, but I just want a clean boxer. "

Andrew said indifferently, "Don’t worry, Mr. K, the boxers here are definitely ’clean’, none of them ever used any drugs and hormones, not like paper tiger that could only have a strong figure as a template."

When it came to this, they should continue to talk.

However, under the surprised look of Andrew, the guy called Mr. K suddenly stood up... Well, the beautiful woman he brought was tidying his clothes carefully.

Although there were only two people, but their aura had also been revealed.

"Mr. Andrew can think about it." Luo Qiu said lightly, "I will come back in two days and I hope to see the best boxer then... Of course, there are also several rings besides Mr. Andrew, right? By the way, take this one back, I had a good time today."

Boss Luo suddenly thumb flipped, the chip he played with were thrown up to mid-air, and then fell on the table of the VIP room.

At the moment it fell, Luo Qiu also pushed open the door and left.

Andrew watched the two left until the door was closed. He held still, eyes slightly squinted, gazing at the smoke the cigar released.

"Boss, this guy was of dubious background, do we call a few brothers..."

Andrew suddenly waved his hand, heaving a sigh of relief and pointing at the chip on the table--- the assistant frowned, he only focused on the cool behavior of Mr. K, instead of paying attention to the falling chip.

He suddenly felt something weird. Walking to the table, he looked carefully, feeling extremely surprised while opening his mouth.

"Chip..."

This chip with a minimum denomination in the casino was now really lying on the table. But it was sinking!

Like a rock fell down into the muddy soil, the chip sank into the table!

The assistant dug the chip out of the table hard, weighing it in hand, saying inconceivably, "Boss, how can he achieve this?"

While Andrew took a deep breath, "I don’t care how that guy did it... I just want to know if he really has the ticket to the ‘Golder Game’!"

"Boss, what is the ‘Golder’ exactly?"

"It is ..." When Andrew was trying to explain it, the VIP room door was opened again.

The man coming into view said directly, "Boss, Anton is coming alone."

Andrew muttered, "If it is true... it seems it is necessary to ask Anton to be my boxer."

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