Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1110: 1085: God of Gambling World
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Capítulo 1110: Chapter 1085: God of Gambling World
Right then, an elderly gentleman stepped inside.
Dressed in a sharp suit, the old man radiated an air of elegance and prestige.
Upon spotting the arrival, all the thugs halted their moves immediately.
Fei Le was equally taken aback by the visitor, puzzled over his sudden appearance.
None other than Rost Xiao Ge was the one who entered.
With icy eyes, Rost Xiao Ge scanned the room full of people.
Hawke himself stood frozen in place at that instant.
“Mr. Rost, what wind blows you here?”
Ignoring everyone else, Rost Xiao Ge strode straight toward Ye Chen.
“Mr. Ye, my apologies for arriving late.”
With those words, Rost offered a deep, respectful bow to Ye Chen.
This sight left everyone utterly shocked.
Who exactly was Rost, to bow to Ye Chen like that?
Hawke's complexion drained of color as well.
Turning sharply, Rost eyed the cluster of gun barrels pointed his way.
“What now, planning to fire at me too?”
Hawke shook his head frantically.
“No, no, we wouldn't dream of it.”
The Rost Clan enjoyed the queen's special favor.
Even though Hawke wielded great underground influence, he remained merely a shadow player.
Crossing the Rost Clan meant total annihilation in a flash.
The spectators stood there, jaws dropped in disbelief.
They had figured Ye Chen was finished, yet this twist flipped everything.
No surprise this young man carried such weight—with the Rost Clan supporting him.
Ye Chen gave Rost a nod: “Your timing's just right.”
Saying that, Ye Chen clasped Lin Wanrou’s hand and headed out.
The crowd remained rooted in stunned silence.
Not a single thug dared to stir.
To Hawke, Rost issued a chilling warning: “We'll address this later.”
Those words turned Hawke's face ashen.
Ye Chen slipped into a Rolls-Royce.
Lin Wanrou gazed at him in confusion.
“Ye Chen, where to now?”
“Taking you somewhere special,” Ye Chen replied with a subtle grin.
Meanwhile, Hawke lingered frozen at the entrance.
Calis rushed up: “Hmph, that brat just got fortunate.”
A cold glare from Hawke led to a sharp slap across Calis's cheek.
“Idiot, you've dragged me into deep trouble.”
The vehicle pulled up before a majestic castle.
A faint smile crossed Ye Chen's face: “Wanrou, how about this castle—does it catch your eye?”
Lin Wanrou hesitated: “I love it, sure, but it's the Rost Clan's property—liking it doesn't mean you can own it.”
From nearby, Rost chuckled: “Miss Lin, Mr. Ye Chen owns this castle.”
“What? Mr. Ye?” Lin Wanrou stared in shock.
Within the castle's grand interior, Lin Wanrou fixed her eyes on Ye Chen.
“Ye Chen, just how many secrets are you hiding from me?”
To her, Ye Chen was like an endless treasure chest, impossible to fully uncover.
Ye Chen smiled softly: “All you need to know is that I love you—that suffices.”
…
The following morning.
Birdsong stirred Ye Chen awake.
Stretching with leisure, Ye Chen's lips curved into a smile at the sight of Lin Wanrou slumbering peacefully next to him.
Fresh news had reached Ye Chen: Hawke had thrashed Calis, shattering his leg.
Learning of Calis's alliance with shady underworld elements, Lin Wanrou’s grandfather swiftly banished him from the family and named her the new Patriarch.
All issues in Hawk Country were now settled.
Ye Chen made his way back to Hua Country.
The day after, Ye Chen resumed his package deliveries.
After dropping off just two, the system's alert rang in his head.
“Ding, congrats host on unlocking a fresh Worldwide Delivery task—accept?”
Joy surged through Ye Chen; at last, a new delivery mission.
“Accept.”
On this run, the client wanted red wine.
After a brief think, Ye Chen grabbed a bottle of The Romantic from his place.
Reviewing the client's specs, Ye Chen furrowed his brow.
This customer proved quite demanding.
Beyond the wine, they specified a dish to heighten the senses.
What dish could possibly stimulate the senses?
Ye Chen's eyes landed on a nearby spicy hotpot stall.
This fiery fare ought to fit the bill.
Ye Chen promptly ordered a spicy hotpot.
Once purchased, he carefully boxed the delivery items and hopped on his motorcycle, heading into a narrow lane.
A swirling wormhole materialized in front.
Ye Chen gunned the bike straight through the portal.
Emerging anew, Ye Chen discovered a vibrant new realm.
The area buzzed with energy.
Crowds thronged the streets amid towering skyscrapers.
Ye Chen hadn't anticipated landing in a modern setting this time.
Yet this modernity differed from his own world.
For despite the hustle, the vehicles looked distinctly retro.
Curiosity piqued Ye Chen.
“Have I crossed into a film universe now?”
Surveying the neighborhoods, Ye Chen noted their distinct Hong Kong cinema vibe.
Was this a plunge into a Hong Kong movie world?
Excitement bubbled in Ye Chen.
The '90s marked Hong Kong cinema's golden era, packed with gorgeous stars.
Unlike today's polished celebs, these icons boasted raw, breathtaking beauty.
No heavy makeup—just pure allure.
DiDi.
Stick to the nav and hand the goods to the client.
Guided by the directions, Ye Chen motored to the target spot.
Taking in the urban sights, Ye Chen confirmed: definitely a Hong Kong movie realm.
Now, he wondered precisely which flick he'd entered.
Ye Chen arrived at an alley's mouth.
Steep stairs blocked the way inside, no good for the bike.
Grabbing the delivery, Ye Chen proceeded on foot.
Beyond the alley loomed a lavish hotel.
And the drop-off was right within this establishment.
Entering the hotel, staff bowed hastily in welcome.
“That dude's attire is so slick.”
“His hairdo's awesome, cooler than Andy Lau's.”
“Outfit screams style too.”
“What's that he's got? Smells amazing.”
…
The staff chattered animatedly about Ye Chen.
A few women boldly approached to flirt.
But Ye Chen politely brushed them off.
Time was of the essence for the delivery.
Under gazes of awe, Ye Chen advanced deeper into the hotel.
Nav led him to push open a door, freezing him briefly.
Had he stepped into the realm of Hong Kong's legendary gambling movies?
The casino brimmed with suited men at tables, flanked by glamorous ladies in vibrant attire.
At the main table's heart, one man lounged with supreme arrogance.
His opposite chair sat empty, awaiting an arrival.
Ye Chen scanned about, failing to spot his delivery recipient.
Suddenly, the door burst open again.
Ye Chen's eyes sparkled at the sight.
He knew this scene intimately.
A figure in a black trench coat, cigar clenched between teeth, hair combed back sharply, sauntered in with effortless cool.
His piercing stare swept the room, projecting an overwhelming dominance that gripped all present.
As he entered, every eye locked onto him instantly.
Ye Chen knew exactly which movie this was now.
The timeless classic “God of Gambling.”