Chapter 125: The Most Terrifying Weapon Is Spending Money

While they enjoyed their meal and chatted leisurely, Wei Fei asked curiously,

"Director Cha, why were you so obviously provoking Vice President Liu Shen?"

"I wanted to see what kind of person he was."

"Oh, I see. So what's your verdict?"

"He seems like a typical worshipper of money, the kind who thinks wealth is everything."

"I completely agree."

"The best way to deal with arrogant people like that is to crush them with money."

"Haha, I know exactly what you mean. By the way, have you ever actually drunk wine that expensive?"

"Not one that cost five million patacas, but I have had a bottle worth four million—around five hundred thousand dollars."

"And who did you drink it with?"

Back then, during his business trip to the United States, he had shared it with Isabella and Tracy.

But if he answered honestly, Wei Fei would almost certainly be unhappy. There was no point in souring their relationship now.

"When you're in business, there's only one reason to drink wine that expensive."

"If you can afford something like that, Korea Investment must be an incredibly large company."

Korea Investment managed assets worth roughly thirty-six billion dollars, which was insignificant compared to the world's financial giants.

"We're not exactly a giant, but by South Korean standards we're a very solid and profitable company."

"I see. Then what about the flash drive? When are you going to hand it over?"

Cha Jiham had asked Pan Kai to find Go Yeongjun's hiding place. In exchange, he had promised to give him the flash drive containing Qin Hao's interrogation recordings.

That was what Wei Fei was reminding him about.

However, Jiham had no intention of handing it over just yet.

"Go Yeongjun's hideout still hasn't been located."

"In that case, I have nothing more to say."

A trace of disappointment and mild resentment crept into Wei Fei's voice.

Jiham decided to cheer her up a little.

"Once the evidence we've gathered becomes public, Vice Chairman Chen Zhihui won't get away unscathed."

"I certainly hope so."

"He has undoubtedly planted spies around Vice Chairman Wei Chen. The moment we reveal our hand, word will reach him. It's only a matter of time."

"Of course."

"And you're saying that so calmly?"

"...What?" Wei Fei blinked in confusion.

"I'm saying we need to catch Vice Chairman Chen before he runs."

"Ah! I didn't even think of that!"

She immediately reached for her phone, but Jiham stopped her.

"Director Cha, is there something else?"

"Vice Chairman Chen Zhihui is currently in Hong Kong with Deputy Secretary Zhang Jinan, trying to resolve the Golden Mariner incident."

Wei Fei nodded in understanding and dialed a number.

The moment Jiham heard her say "Dad," he immediately knew she was calling Wei Chen.

After discussing business with her father, she ended the call.

"Director Cha, my father asked me to thank you very much."

"I hope this time you'll finally get rid of him."

"Don't worry. We will."

Bzz—

Just as Wei Fei radiated absolute confidence, the phone on the table vibrated.

Knowing who it was from, Jiham quickly opened the message.

[Lee Hyeonsol]: Former Director Go Yeongjun entered the casino accompanied by a Chinese man in his twenties.

If he'd gone to the casino, he clearly had no intention of returning to his hideout anytime soon.

[Cha Jiham]: What game is he planning to play?

[Lee Hyeonsol]: He's obsessed with Texas Hold'em.

[Cha Jiham]: I see. Anything else suspicious?

[Lee Hyeonsol]: Eight bodyguards are surrounding him at all times.

[Cha Jiham]: Quite a few.

[Lee Hyeonsol]: According to our information, he hired twenty altogether.

[Cha Jiham]: Where are the others?

[Lee Hyeonsol]: About half are guarding the hideout. Two stayed behind in the car.

[Cha Jiham]: Understood. Keep watching him.

After replying to Lee Hyeonsol, Jiham looked at Wei Fei.

"I don't have any cash with me. Could you lend me some money?"

"Depends on what it's for."

"Go Yeongjun and Liu Shen went to the casino to play Texas Hold'em."

"You want to sit at the same table?"

"You could say that."

"Isn't that rather risky?"

"It's the fastest way to drive Go Yeongjun back to his hideout."

"You could simply come up to my room instead and spend some time on a date with me while he plays."

Jiham had come all the way to Macau to capture a fugitive debtor.

With success or failure hanging in the balance, how could he afford to get distracted?

"I'd love to, but catching Go Yeongjun comes first."

"Fine. But on one condition. I'll lend you the money if you let me join the game."

"You know how to play?"

"Director Cha, have you forgotten that Macau is the gambling capital of the world?"

Giving him an indifferent look, Wei Fei rose from her chair.

***

As soon as they entered the casino, Lee Hyeonsol approached them.

"Director, Go Yeongjun is in that VIP room playing Hold'em."

"Excellent. I'll take care of him from here. Go have dinner."

"Yes, sir."

With a brief reply, Lee Hyeonsol left the casino.

Watching him go, Jiham turned to Wei Fei.

"Lend me ten million patacas."

"That much?"

"In Texas Hold'em, the most terrifying weapon is spending money."

After borrowing the money from Wei Fei, he exchanged it for chips.

Holding chip cases worth ten million patacas each, Jiham and Wei Fei entered the VIP room.

The moment they stepped inside, everyone's eyes turned toward them.

Liu Shen looked at Wei Fei in surprise.

"You came to play too?"

Ignoring him completely, Wei Fei gracefully sat down in an empty seat.

Jiham took the chair beside her and addressed Liu Shen.

"Thank you for your generosity. Dinner was excellent."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Liu Shen replied coldly.

Jiham understood exactly how he felt.

The man had just spent over five million patacas.

Anyone would be furious.

But Jiham couldn't have cared less.

Turning to the dealer, he said,

"Tell me what game is being played and explain the rules."

"We're playing Texas Hold'em. The mandatory blind is one hundred thousand patacas."

Jiham was slightly surprised.

A blind of one hundred thousand patacas was no small amount.

But if he showed it, Liu Shen would immediately start looking down on him.

"That's a perfectly reasonable blind. Please continue."

"The game is played in two-hour sessions with twenty-minute breaks..."

The dealer calmly explained the rules.

Jiham already knew Hold'em perfectly well, but he listened politely anyway.

After nearly five minutes of explanation, Jiham slid the dealer a one-hundred-thousand-pataca chip as a tip.

Finally, the game began.

"All in."

At that moment, Liu Shen desperately wanted to crack open Jiham's skull just to see what was inside.

Hold'em was a game of intellect.

Players calculated odds, analyzed opponents' hands, and usually took their time before betting.

Yet this man had barely glanced at his cards before immediately announcing an all-in.

The sheer audacity scared every other player into folding.

Unable to bear the absurdity any longer, Liu Shen snapped,

"Listen! Who goes all in on the very first hand?"

"I do."

"Damn it..."

Liu Shen threw his head back and sighed heavily.

To push him even further off balance, Jiham casually added,

"If your cards are bad, it's better to fold."

But Liu Shen couldn't fold.

He was holding one of the strongest starting hands in poker.

A pair of kings.

"Call."

Without hesitation, Liu Shen shoved all of his chips into the middle.

The hand became a heads-up showdown.

"Please reveal your cards."

The moment Liu Shen saw Jiham's hole cards, he wished he could gouge his own eyes out.

His opponent held the strongest possible pocket pair.

Pocket aces.

Unless a king appeared on the flop, turn, or river, he was finished.

But what were the odds of catching one king among five community cards?

Damn... I'm screwed.

While Liu Shen silently cursed his luck, the dealer revealed the flop, the turn, and finally the river.

Eight of Diamonds.

Nine of Clubs.

Two of Hearts.

Five of Spades.

Ten of Hearts.

Not a single king.

Knowing who had lost, the dealer cautiously announced,

"The pocket aces win."

Then the situation spiraled out of control.

Liu Shen glared at Jiham with murderous eyes and hissed through clenched teeth in Chinese,

"Son of a bitch."

Fortunately, Jiham knew exactly what that meant.

Letting an insult like that slide would only leave him irritated afterward.

Looking Liu Shen straight in the eye, he silently cast a curse.

I hope every single tooth in that bastard's jaw gets knocked out.

The very next moment, as though answering his wish, Liu Shen abruptly sprang to his feet.

Breathing heavily with rage, he stormed toward the exit.

Then, just as he reached the doorway, something unexpected happened.

He caught his foot on a tiny threshold barely half a centimeter high and crashed face-first onto the floor.

Everyone in the VIP room froze in horror.

Wei Fei turned to Jiham in confusion.

"How on earth did he fall like that?"

Liu Shen had fallen because of the curse.

Unfortunately, Jiham couldn't exactly say that aloud.

"No idea."

"Isn't that strange?"

"What is?"

"There's a thick carpet on the floor. Even if he fell, it shouldn't have hurt that much. But he's lying there completely motionless, like he passed out."

Jiham understood perfectly.

Liu Shen had blacked out because the curse had done its job.

To knock out someone's teeth through a thick carpet required an absolutely devastating impact.

At that moment, the dealer also sensed something was wrong and hurried over.

"W-What the...?!"

The dealer recoiled in horror.

The other players rushed over as well.

Jiham followed behind them.

A dark red pool of blood was already spreading across the carpet where Liu Shen's face had struck, and several white teeth lay scattered nearby.

Jiham felt no sympathy whatsoever.

If that arrogant peacock hadn't insisted on provoking him, he'd still have every one of his teeth.

If he'd watched his mouth, he wouldn't be lying here now.

While Jiham was thinking to himself, casino security rushed into the room, having apparently spotted the incident on the surveillance cameras.

After assessing Liu Shen's condition, they loaded him onto a stretcher and hurried him away.

The remaining players, taking the incident as a bad omen, began leaving the room.

Go Yeongjun was among them.

Without wasting a second, Jiham quickly texted Lee Hyeonsol.

[Cha Jiham]: Go Yeongjun just left the VIP room.

[Lee Hyeonsol]: I see him.

Putting his phone away, Jiham calmly turned toward Wei Fei.

"I'm ready to pay back the money."