<div> Chapter 12: Take The Gold
 The casino on the third floor of the Hait Hotel is magnificent and splendid. At midnight, many individual guests come here to play crazily. Those who can stay in the VIP rooms are either rich or powerful.
 Four men in suits were sitting at the gambling table. One of them, who looked intimidating without being angry, looked at his hand and said with a smile, "I'm lucky today, let's go for it, 500,000."
 The other three people all looked unhappy, and it was obvious that the man was the only winner.
 Gansler, chairman of the Hait Hotel and the eldest son of the Hait family, is an absolutely powerful figure in Hail City.
 The game played at the gambling table was poker. Almost everyone was accompanied by a beautiful woman. The surroundings were filled with waiters and their subordinates.
 Those who could be accompanied by Gansler in the VIP room were all powerful figures in Hail City who could cause an earthquake if they stomped their feet.
 A fat man with a Mediterranean look frowned, threw his chips forward and said, "Boss Gansler is having a good time, so I'll accompany you. I've lost so much anyway, so I don't mind the 500,000."
 The other two simply covered their cards and fanned the flames, saying, "Director Yakov, it's all up to you. Boss Gansler is too lucky today. How can we dare to gamble with him in the future if we don't kill him off a bit?"
 The fat man opened his cards directly, a pair of Aces, and said coldly: "Boss Gansler, please open your cards."
 "A pair of 3s is not enough, but with a pair of 7s it's barely enough." Gansler laughed and revealed his hole cards. The two small pairs together just happened to eat his pair of A's.
 The fat man's face turned green and he cursed, "It's fucking disgusting."
 The card game tonight made him very angry, mainly because he was beaten by big cards, and every time he lost just a little bit, for example, you had a pair of Ks and the opponent had a pair of A, and he only bet on you by a little bit, so he lost very frustratingly.
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 </div> "Don't be angry, Director Yakov. We are just playing. If you are unlucky, you can take a rest and come back for revenge another day."
 There were millions of chips in front of Gansler. The other two had lost confidence and went to other rooms to play with the chips. Only Director Yakov was left, and he had no interest either. He felt that he had bad luck today and there was no hope of revenge.
 At this time, his trusted subordinate No 1 answered the phone, his expression changed and he came over and said, "Boss, Mr. Colton has something urgent to discuss with you."
 "Mr. Colton, is that Master Sorcerer?" Director Yakov, who also wanted to leave, became interested when he heard it.
 Colton is recognized as the number one Sorcerer master in Hail City. He has a deep understanding of Vastu Shastra and numerology. His master was also a world-famous Sorcerer. It can be said that he is the number one Sorcerer in Hail City.
 The rich and powerful all flocked to him for his guidance and wanted him to be a guest of honor in their homes, but not everyone would be interested in you just because you were rich and powerful.
 Gansler's father and Colton's master were old friends, and the construction of the Hait Hotel was designed by Colton's master.
 Many wealthy people, including the Hait family, would not dare to start any major project without asking Uncle Colton for his approval.
 "That's right, Uncle Colton." Gansler smiled apologetically and answered the phone, "Uncle Colton, what do you want me to do?"
 This Sorcerer has always been a carefree person, living a regular life with early going to bed and early getting up. Gansler was a little surprised that he was still not asleep so late.
 Colton, who was always calm, said anxiously on the other end of the phone, "Take people to the rooftop immediately. I'm on my way now."
 "What's so urgent?" Gansler was stunned when he heard it.
 "I woke up with a start when I was sleeping tonight. The incense burner on the terrace broke, which was a bad sign. I divined that the Vastu Shastra arrangement set up by the master was broken. A master took away the golden seal of the formation enshrined on the terrace without touching the golden charm."
 "What?" Gansler was shocked when he heard it.
 The Hait Group was previously headed by Master Colton. This place used to be a mass grave. It was said that those who could be liberated were liberated, and those who could not be liberated were directly suppressed.
 Colton's master set up a Vastu Shastra layout here to repel evil and gather wealth. Since then, the Hait Hotel has been doing prosperous business without any disasters.
 "Go over there immediately. Remember, if you can stop someone, do so. If he doesn't want to, don't offend him."
 Gansler, who was usually very elegant, was so anxious that he ran away without caring about anything else. His confidant No 1 also quickly followed with a group of people.
 When Director Yakov saw Gansler was so anxious, he became curious and packed up his things to follow him to watch the fun.
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 </div> At this time, a hot girl wearing revealing clothes next to him said in a coquettish voice, "Godfather...where are you going? You failed in the casino but succeeded in love. I will comfort you tonight."
 "You little slut, go back to your room first. I'll see what happened." Director Yakov was no longer interested in her at this moment. He was full of curiosity.
 Gansler and his men ran quickly along the fire escape, still on the phone, saying, "Uncle Colton, that man must have bad intentions in messing with my family's Vastu Shastra, why do we have to be polite to him?"
 Uncle Colton sighed, "Boss Gansler, this game took my master's life's work. The golden seal falls on the paper to divide the two games into life and death. The life game confuses the living, no matter who it is, no one can see the center of the formation. The death game suppresses the resentful souls and drives away the evil spirits to prevent evil things from causing trouble."
 "I am a humble person. We followed our master to help us, but we still don't know how to move the life plate, let alone directly break the situation and take the gold seal."
 "When my master passed away, he even said that even though he had used up all his life's knowledge and set up this game himself, he still couldn't break it even after he came back to life. Anyone who has this ability must be an otherworldly expert."
 "So powerful?" Gansler was shocked.
 Uncle Colton is already half human, half immortal, and that old master is even more like an immortal, yet his words are so humble.
 "I'm already at the front desk. If you run into the real boss, you must not offend him. Otherwise, this hermit master has plenty of ways to make you live a life worse than death."
 The obese Director Yakov was running behind them, panting. He also vaguely heard the conversation and caught up with them and asked, "Boss Gansler, Uncle Colton doesn't even dare to offend that man, how could you provoke such a powerful enemy?"
 "I don't know either!" Gansler gritted his teeth, "The Hait family has many enemies, but few of them are decent. Where did this expert come from?"
 In the stairwell, they ran out of breath and ran into Walker and the security guard who were just about to go downstairs.
 Walker looked at them coldly and said, "They came so quickly. It seems that the person who planned it is not dead yet."
 This young man was an ordinary person, but there was an indescribable chill about him. Gansler instinctively felt something was wrong and took a step back. Even Director Yakov was dumbfounded when he saw that the master was so young.
 The confidant No 1 took a step forward and roared: "Angler, you little bastard is a traitor."
 The security guard named Angler had a ferocious look on his face and laughed strangely: "How dare you to make a scene in front of the Master. If you want to die, I can grant your wish."
 No 1 didn't dare to act rashly. He gritted his teeth in hatred but still looked at Gansler.
 Gansler took a deep breath, clasped his hands together and said politely: "I am Gansler, the owner of the Hait Hotel. I don't know if I have offended you in any way. Please point it out to me."
 "Not bad, you have some good sense."
 Walker played with the golden seal in his hand, looked at him admiringly and said, "Boss Gansler is very famous in Hail City. If you can be so humble, you can really achieve great things. Why, I took your golden seal and you didn't get angry?"
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 </div> "The Master came uninvited, there must be a reason." Gansler's attitude was very humble, "The master Colton, who is worshipped at home, once said that coming uninvited is also a kind of opportunity. Everyone who comes is a guest and must not be neglected."
 "Is this your way of treating guests?" Walker looked coldly at the dozen or so thugs who were eyeing him covetously.
 "No 1, step back." Gansler ordered in a deep voice.
 "Boss, your safety." No 1 was a little hesitant when he heard it.
 The security guard Angler, who was possessed by a ghost, laughed disdainfully, "You really have no self-awareness. If master want to kill you, they can do it in a moment. What do you think you can do with your worthless people?"
 "Back off!"
 After Gansler's shout, No 1 gritted his teeth and took his men away, leaving only him and Director Yakov who came to watch the fun.
 Gansler clasped his fists respectfully and said, "Since Master is here, why not have a drink with me? If my Hait family has offended us in any way, please give us a chance to apologize."
 "Haha, then I'd like to see your Hait Hotel, which is known as the cave of ecstasy."
 Gold is valuable, but it is very troublesome to cash it out. After thinking about it, Walker decided to agree. It would be more convenient to blackmail the Hait family than to go through so much trouble.
 Of course, there are crooked ways to make a fortune. Compared to stealing, Walker feels more comfortable extorting people openly.
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Chapter 12: Take The Gold

Chapter 12: Take The Gold The casino on the third floor of the Hait Hotel is magnificent and splendid. At midnight, many individual guests come here to play crazily. Those who can stay in the VIP rooms are either rich or powerful. Four men in suits were sitting at the gambling table. One of them, who looked intimidating without being angry, looked at his hand and said with a smile, "I'm lucky today, let's go for it, 500,000." The other three people all looked unhappy, and it was obvious that...

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Chapter 12: Take The Gold

My Lusty Wicked Degenerate System - Chapter 12: Take The Gold