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His youthful face bore a mature composure, obviously his first visit to the casino, curious about everything yet exuding an unwavering self-confidence with no sign of stage fright.

His posture was straight and proud, each step measured and unhurried, every move graceful yet casual, as if he were strolling in his own backyard.

The muscles on his arms were soft yet firm, one touch was enough to know this was a body well-honed from exercise.

She had found a treasure, Qiao Ying thought as she looked up at the side profile of the youth.

As a member of the well-known \'Titan God Brigade\' from the Intersecting Boundaries, she had accumulated an unimaginable amount of stress in her daily work.

In such a cutthroat work environment where one misstep could be fatal and one must always be ready to not live till the next day, one definitely needs to vent once in a while, or it would soon drive one to madness.

Although she was on a mission now, and logically shouldn\'t be \'hunting for beauties\' at such a time...

She possessed high professional integrity, never slipping up mid-mission before.

But this young man...was simply too tempting.

Ever since their boss offended \'Joint Cultivation\', a super-conglomerate company, the brigade\'s situation became increasingly grim, and her pressure grew greater, her spirit ever tighter.

Sent to capture the Sea Bee King, she had searched long but not even seen a swarm, now only able to pin her hopes on information from that charlatan \'Mr. Hu\', a notorious joker who gave half-truths deliberately designed to mislead, leaving her anxious about what might happen and just waiting in unease.

The pressure had built up too much, and she was nearly at a breaking point.

Under such circumstances, how could she restrain herself upon encountering such a beautiful youth?

If she missed the chance to have an encounter with this man, she would definitely regret it her entire life. After this thought emerged in Qiao Ying\'s mind, she could no longer hold back, disregarding that she was still on a mission and stepped forward to embrace the youth\'s arm.

"...So, Mr. Xue, I shall take my leave first, enjoy your time."

Chen Liang, who was beside them, revealed an I-know-everything look and chuckled as he spoke.

"Then, see you later, Director Chen." Xue Jing nodded in response.

Chen Liang turned and left, chuckling and shaking his head.

Mr. Xue, after all, was a youth in his prime, interested in that sort of thing...

Once he had left, Qiao Ying leaned her head on Xue Jing\'s shoulder and said with a smile:

"Little brother...what\'s your name?"

Having her arm held tighter and tighter, Xue Jing gave her a glance.

The woman\'s face before him grew increasingly flushed, her eyes misting over, almost dripping with water, as if she had been drugged...

Xue Jing considered for a moment, then leaned down to her ear and whispered:

"Before asking someone\'s name, you should introduce yourself first...what a rude, naughty sister you are."

The warm and slightly hot breath on her ear made Qiao Ying go completely stiff, a tingling sensation starting from her scalp, spreading throughout her body, every pore expanding as if electrified, yet without any pain, but more like she was floating through clouds, an indescribable agitation spreading from her mind.

An unimaginable pleasure nearly broke her spirit, Qiao Ying trembled all over, biting her teeth tightly, and covered her mouth with her hand.

Xue Jing, noticing the few new spots on the carpet, moved his lips slightly, somewhat speechless.

This was a bit...

Qiao Ying\'s eyes were foggy, her whole body hanging onto Xue Jing, looking at the youth who had overwhelmed her with just one sentence, struggling to maintain her last bit of clarity.

"Sister\'s name is a secret, no... I can\'t tell you that."

Qiao Ying spoke coyly.

She had intended to blurt out a fake name, but at the moment of speaking, she strangely didn\'t want to lie to the youth and ended up saying this playful line.

Xue Jing nodded and smiled, "That\'s fine...meeting as strangers without knowing each other\'s names has its own charm."

"So, what shall we play?"

...

In the suite on the twenty-second floor, Ning Fengwan lay on the bed, about to drift off into a drowsy sleep, when an irritable feeling suddenly arose in her heart, causing her to open her eyes.

She furrowed her brows and placed a hand over her heart, saying in confusion, "What\'s going on?"

An inexplicable rage surfaced in her heart.

It was a strange feeling of being violated.

As if seeing her treasures that she would absolutely not allow anyone to touch being gradually handled by someone else, impatient, enraged.

Yet she had no idea where the feeling came from.

Ning Fengwan covered her head with the blanket, trying to forcefully suppress the feeling and go to sleep.

But soon she threw off the blanket, sat up irritably, and furiously scratched her head with both hands.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Having a vague sense that \'The Invincible Lionheart\' was trying to alert her to something, Ning Fengwan gritted her teeth, stood up, opened her wardrobe, and began changing her clothes.

...

"Won again, won again!?"

"What is this, shooting a movie here? \'The Young Gambling God\'?"

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"Must be on a winning streak of twelve games by now, right? Still winning, still on a streak!"

At a blackjack table, surrounded by countless onlookers, everyone was watching with shock and envy the youth seated at one of the spots.

Xue Jing smiled, casually pushing a large pile of chips to the side, crossed his arms, and watched the dealer across the table sweating profusely.