Chapter 968: Don't Let Him Win a Single Cent

Yaen Chi took a puff on his cigar.

The wind blew directly against him, and the thick white smoke he exhaled was half blown back to his face.

His eyes squinted as he watched Ye Cheng, who was tugging at staff in the corner.

A sarcastic smile flickered at the side of his mouth, “Give him all he wants tonight.”

The manager’s eyelids twitched.

Just then Yaen Chi uttered an even more chilling sentence:

“Don’t let him win a dime.”

This was meant to ruin Ye Cheng!

But that’s not right; Ye Cheng never had much to begin with.

The eighty thousand he brought was of dubious origin and it was all lost.

According to a few people who gamble with him often, he’s a pauper who suddenly came into a sum of money.

Unfortunately, his gambling skills are terrible.

Before anyone could think of a way to exploit him, he lost it all to the casino.

Coincidentally, this casino belonged to Yaen Chi.

Actually, most of the high-profiting casinos in Rongcheng City are Yaen Chi’s.

Though he’s an individual proprietor, given his family’s sensitive standing, he kept these casinos hidden even from his father.

The Yaen family members only knew Yaen Chi was savvy at investing.

Thanks to his forward-thinking business acumen and connections with Bo Yanching and others, his family’s company stayed firmly within the four major families.

However, they were unaware that almost all of Rongcheng City’s underworld was under his control.

But after all, such affairs are like a ticking time bomb.

So, for any of the shady businesses in his hands, Mo Tingshen was the legal representative.

Considering Mo Tingshen is such a scoundrel who publicly engages in both legal and illegal activities.

Anyway, he’s so infested with fleas he won’t fear the bites.

That’s also why Yaen Chi both despises Mo Tingshen and fears him somewhat, given that Mo holds his handle.

Half an hour later, the one million borrowed by Ye Cheng was all lost.

He found the manager and borrowed another two million without even checking the interest, signed the contract directly, and headed back to the gambling table as soon as the chips were delivered.

As dawn approached, he had lost nearly twenty million.

Yaen Chi flicked the ash from his cigarette and called someone over, “Go, bring the person here.”

“Yes.”

Two cigar butts were thrown into the ashtray.

Ye Cheng was brought into the office, perhaps aware of just how much he’d lost.

When the manager went to grab him, he didn’t even try to run, his body weak as if paralyzed, dragged in with two people supporting him on either side.

Thrown down at Yaen Chi’s feet.

“I’ll repay, I’ll repay!

I’m begging you, don’t hit me…”

Yaen Chi sneered coldly, “Quite practiced at this.”

Ye Cheng’s eyes flickered.

He was too familiar with this routine, having run around avoiding debts for years.

Assuming he’d run fast enough, the debts wouldn’t need repaying, as long as the casinos earn their ill-gotten gains.

But this was the first time he was caught right after gambling away his last cent in his moment of sobriety.

Yaen Chi crossed his legs, the tip of his shoe lifting Ye Cheng’s chin.

He squinted, examining Ye Cheng’s skeletal face smeared with tears and snot.

The first thought that came to mind was:

Thankfully this bastard doesn’t resemble Ye Wanting.

Otherwise, he truly wouldn’t be able to make a move.

“Come on, tell me, how do you plan to repay?”

“I…

I have a villa, sold for four million, I’ll…

I’ll cover the debt first.”

Yaen Chi frowned with distaste and asked the manager, “Have you checked?”

“Yes, indeed sold for four million, but he’s already lost three million in other casinos under your name, today lost another eighty thousand, only about twenty thousand remains.”

“Twenty thousand.” Yaen Chi gave a soft chuckle.