CHAPTER 447: THE WOMAN IN WHITE

The manager’s heart sank. This woman was very well-informed. Few people knew this news. No matter how much he wondered how she knew, he didn’t show it on his face. He smiled slightly and said, "Your news is very accurate. The King of Gambling and Mr. Field have a match today. It just started not long ago. If you want to play a round with the King of Gambling, you’ll probably have to wait until he finishes this one."

The woman in white raised an eyebrow, a smile on her face. With a graceful movement of her hand, she brushed back her long hair. "That’s a pity. May I go in and observe?"

"This..."

The manager frowned in difficulty. Judging by the woman’s technique and the size of her bets, she was an extremely formidable person. Her judgment was very accurate. If he let her continue playing in the casino, he was afraid she would walk away with a fortune in less than half an hour.

He secretly scrutinized the woman. She was tall and slender, wearing a white shirt, black pants, and athletic shoes. Her clothes were loose and not very fashionable. A silver chain hung from her waist, with a pink diamond dangling from one end. Her clothes didn’t look like any particular brand, perhaps from a street stall, but the pink diamond was top-quality. Anyone who knew gems could tell at a glance that she must be someone important.

She was always smiling, gentle, and harmless, seeming non-aggressive, like a pampered young lady visiting the casino for the experience. The manager was well-experienced but had never met a woman like this.

Such exquisite beauty should be protected in a greenhouse.

"Fine!" After a long deliberation, he finally agreed to the woman’s request and led her to the VIP room where the King of Gambling and Field were betting.

A wolf-like smile flashed across the corner of the woman’s lips.

It was a look of nobility and wildness.

The casino’s VIP room wasn’t underground. The underground casino was connected to a 68-story hotel. The hotel and the casino had the same owner, and a separate casino occupied the floors from the 60th up.

It catered specifically to famous casino high-rollers who held status and position.

There was no access to the 60th floor from the ground. The elevator was password-protected on the lower floors, and security was extremely tight.

When the manager led the woman up to the 65th floor, no one paid any attention. The space, nearly 200 square meters, held over fifty people. One row was international accountants, there to verify the gamblers’ assets. Another row was lawyers. The rest were influential figures in the gambling world, both male and female, invited to witness the match.

The King of Gambling from Las Vegas had been very prominent in the past two years. He was a 28-year-old man from California. Three years ago, he won the Las Vegas championship and was crowned the King of Gambling. He was proficient in all types of gambling techniques, with a clean and swift style, and he was very intelligent.

The most important point was his youth; he was the youngest King of Gambling in Las Vegas, a force to be reckoned with at the tables. A few months ago, he had a match with the Japanese King of Gambling on the high seas. The Japanese King of Gambling lost and committed *seppuku* on the spot.

Fears, the European King of Gambling, heard about this and was intrigued, so he invited him to a match. It was originally scheduled for a European casino, but Field had a last-minute conflict and rescheduled it to London’s most famous underground casino.

The woman took a seat, her gaze fixed on the center of the room.

The two Kings of Gambling were seated at opposite ends of a round table. The winner would be the best of three rounds.

The first round was European roulette. The second was dice, and the third was blackjack.

When she sat down, the European roulette round was over, with the King of Gambling from Las Vegas leading by one win. The second round was dice. The person with the lowest total won. This round was essentially without suspense.

It was definitely going to be won by Field, the European King of Gambling.

She had researched the players; dice was Field’s forte. The woman didn’t seem very interested in how they played. Her eyes scanned the room. Aside from those present, every entrance and exit was guarded by bodyguards they had brought with them.

Especially the windows and doors. Seven or eight people looked like professional killers. That attire, that tension—she was all too familiar with it. In addition to the professional killers, there were the casino’s bodyguards, and the twenty or so bodyguards brought by the two Kings of Gambling were scattered behind them, protecting them perfectly.

People like them had many enemies and always brought a lot of security with them. They were all afraid of death.

A smile flickered across the woman’s lips again.

No matter how tight the security was, it was useless. A complete waste.

Field won the second round of dice, making the score even.

The final round was blackjack.

This round would decide everything.

The woman’s gaze fell upon them, and a faint sense of boredom surfaced in her eyes. She was a person of high professional ethics. They could have their match; as long as it didn’t interfere with her work, she was fine. She had originally intended to wait for them to finish before making her move, but it was just too boring.

She turned her wrist, about to act, when her eyes suddenly narrowed, flicking toward the window. She had seen the architectural plans of the buildings near this tower. There were several buildings over 70 stories high nearby. A building of the same height was a hundred meters away, directly opposite the window.

*If there was a sniper in that building...*

She wondered if they were overly confident. The curtains were actually open. If there was a sniper across the way, their clear target would be the King of Gambling from Las Vegas. Her reaction to the environment and danger was extraordinarily keen. In her judgment, there was someone at the window opposite, a professional killer with an extremely high-risk factor. They were after the life of the King of Gambling from Las Vegas.

The smile on the woman’s lips became even softer.

She didn’t want anyone to get in her way when she was working, to avoid unnecessary casualties, so she wouldn’t interfere with others’ work, as long as they didn’t affect hers. That was professional courtesy.

Everyone in the room was highly tense.

The outcome of the match was about to be revealed. This was the final round.

Both were professional gamblers, very calm. Winning or losing was an everyday occurrence for them.

To achieve invincibility, one must have gone through countless losses.

Everyone watched the gambling table tensely. Apart from the professional killers, who were dutifully protecting the people they were assigned to protect, the woman’s light-colored eyes sparkled, and she looked mocking. From this distance, they couldn’t possibly detect the danger.

A faint sound sliced through the air and broke the silence. She frowned slightly, a smile rising. Then, there was a crash as the glass shattered. A bullet precisely struck the King of Gambling from Las Vegas right between the eyes.

Killed instantly!

Blood spattered. The King of Gambling seemed not to understand why or how he was killed. Why was there a loophole when so many people were protecting him? He was about to flip his card, his eyes wide open. Blood stained his face, and he rigidly collapsed to the ground moments later.

Chaos erupted in the room.