Under the cover of the darkness, the black Ferrari sped like an arrow off the string.
It was a club, located halfway up the mountain of City.
A long belt with shining starlight was like a bright jade plate inlaid in the North Mountain City.
It was extremely luxurious here.
It was Alex's kingdom.
The champagne-colored solid wood door, even the door handle was made of pure gold; the hand-made carpet made of silk, the crystal bright chandelier embedded with diamonds, were both extremely luxurious and elegant.
This was the paradise for men to enjoy themselves, and also the harem for women to compete for beauty.
Alex did not walk through the VIP entrance, because those were reserved for the gods of the customers. Only when they enjoyed the most distinguished treatment could they be more happy to burn money.
Those who came here to burn money were either rich or noble. Not only did they have to be rich, they also had to have their own ways. This was because this place only had business to do within the palace.
In front of an inconspicuous door, Alex suddenly stopped.
The fingerprint, face, and irises, these human body's biological identification technology, had high-tech reliability and uniqueness.
Three minutes later, the last intelligent door was opened. The dull sound of the door was enough to prove the thickness of the door.
However, there was a different scene inside the room.
A hundred million in cash weighed over a hundred thousand tons, and its size was around one hundred and twenty-six cubic meters. Meanwhile, the cash here was about a dozen cubic meters in size.
Alex didn't even bother to glance at those huge cash. Instead, he went straight to a secret monitoring room in the room.
"Alex, you're here." Zen stood up to welcome them.
Beside Zen stood a middle-aged man, who was so thin that he seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
"Did you see him cheat?" Alex asked coldly to the thin middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man shook his head. "It doesn't look like a swindler in techniques! According to my inference, it should be a high-tech swindler!"
The middle-aged man was called Ghost Eight, who was so thin that even a gust of wind could blow him down. He was a senior student in this club.
In each casino, there would be several experienced gambling swindlers. First, they would use a thousand dollars to make a Thousand dollars. Second, they had to maintain order in the casino. For example, they would not let God give them an endless winning money. If they won too much, they would be targeted and come out to balance.
As for the Italian man in the surveillance, he Had already won more than 40 million. Moreover, he would come at this time every day, and he would leave after only winning 50 million. This situation had already been maintained for three days.
That was why Zen invited Alex over.
"Alex, I have checked this man personally, and he doesn't carry any cheating equipment with him. I have sent people to scan his body many times, from inside to outside, including his skin and his internal organs." Zen wanted to remove the possibility of "high technology A Thousand Hands" mentioned by Ghost Eight.
"If he's not skilled or skilled, then what is he? God?" Alex reprimanded discontentedly.
Zen and the Ghost Eight both fell silent and did not dare to say anything else.
"Haunt Eight, have you noticed anything suspicious?" Alex asked sternly.
Ghost Eight shook his head again. "I've watched the footage more than ten times, but I really didn't see him playing tricks. It's as if he knows the surface of the dealer's cards as well as the palm of his hand. There's a lot of doubt about it, but he'd raise his left hand out of habit every time it's being checked."
Alex stared at the Italian for more than half a minute. His eyes were cold and cold. He said in a low voice, "In the year, you send someone out to specially make money, and then hang around this guy. Find a place with fewer people to have a karaoke meal with him, especially his left hand! Your technique should be light, don't have obvious trauma."
"Oh, okay." After receiving the task, Zen turned around and left.
It was already midnight when they left the club.
The Selmy Family was immersed in silence. Alex knew that his eldest brother, Ethan, should be sleeping at this time. Doctor Owen said that the quality of Ethan's sleep had improved a lot these days, and he had hardly been woken up in pain at midnight.
The stopped Ferrari started again and drove out of the courtyard of the Selmy Family.
After getting sleepy, Alex didn't feel sleepy at all. In this lonely night, he couldn't help but think of the sweet girl again.
The little thing must have been sad for quite a while since she humiliated her so much last time.
For some unknown reason, the Ferrari stopped at the girls' apartment building in University. It was no longer as noisy as it was in the daytime. It was so quiet that it felt a little strange.
"In the dead of night, you should have been quiet, but you can't sleep at night because you can seal the sky and make yourself sleep."
She picked up the phone and slowly put it down. "Isn't it a little bit ungentlemanly to disturb the sweet girl at this time?"
He was more than not a gentleman. If Alex really did that, it would be a serious disturbance to the people, wouldn't it?
It was really not right to disturb the people, but it was his wife who was disturbing him! He must be lonely and unbearable sleeping in the bed alone. He asked her to go downstairs so that she would not be lonely anymore. If they did something interesting like sex, it would be a good thing for both of them!
I'm afraid you, second Young Master Selmy, are lonely yourself? Lita didn't feel lonely at all. When you, Alex, hung around on the road in the middle of the night, Lita was sleeping soundly. Moreover, there was a little life accompanying her. The mother and son were sleeping in a very comfortable and comfortable manner.
Snow was used to making the phone vibrate in the evening. The continuous vibrated of the phone really disturbed Snow's good dreams.
In a daze, Lita fumbled for the phone on the head of the bed. When she saw that it was a closed phone call, Lita's drowsiness was greatly reduced and her entire being became ill.
"It's midnight now! This devil man doesn't sleep, but he called me to make trouble?"
Lita instinctively wanted to break the phone, but she wondered if something had happened to Ethan. She glanced at Eva, who was sleeping soundly, and put the quilt over her head. Then Lita hid under the quilt, lowered her voice, and slipped her phone through.
"Alex, what's the matter?" Lita asked.
"Why do you pick up the phone so late? Did you sleep like a pig?" The man's voice was full of laziness and dissatisfaction.
Judging from the man's haughty and lazy voice, Selmy Family should not be in any big trouble. Lita's words were filled with anger.
"Alex, you call us in the middle of the night to disturb the people. Aren't you a bad gentleman?" Lita asked.
After asking this question, Lita felt that she was asking a stupid question: 'The term 'gentleman' doesn't seem to have anything to do with this devil man at all!'
"Come down! I'll wait for you outside your apartment building. If it's cold outside, wrap yourself in the quilt if it's cold." Alex's voice was soft and gentle.
"Come down, you big head ghost!"
In the middle of the night, Lita's brain was not broken. She couldn't take the initiative to send her downstairs to be bullied by Alex, could she?
She had just been severely humiliated by this man a few days ago. She, Lita, would not forget her pain when her scars healed so quickly!