Chapter 9

Lucien drives a black sports car which from now on belongs to him to the Supernova Casino which is one of the largest and most luxurious casinos in the world which is located in the middle of Las Vegas City.

Lucien looked at this building carefully, of course this was not a strange place for him because a few years ago he often played here for clients who had paid for his services as a jockey.

The clients are certainly not random people, on average they are billionaires who secretly have a hobby of gambling to just waste their money or just to measure their wealth.

Lucien has a record of never losing, which is why he is a jockey and a mainstay player who is being fought over by the power-hungry elite. They were having fun with their money, drinking expensive wine and champagne while watching the jockeys they paid to play. The jockeys who succeed in bringing their clients to victory will be paid fantastic amounts and their names will become the target of the elite gambling enthusiasts.

Lucien couldn't possibly forget his past and all the memories he passed in this place. Not only gambling and drinking, it was not uncommon for the elite to rent a special room, where they could watch their jockeys play while they would make love to prostitutes in the same room.

Hate, disgust, a place filled with the smell of alcohol, cigarette smoke and the smell of vomit of the elite who are too drunk to control themselves. Not to mention the sighs and cries of prostitutes who are often treated inhumanely. The prostitutes were crying naked with bloody noses while picking up dozens of dollar bills that had been deliberately thrown on the floor.

They would laugh at those poor women. Whether they really enjoyed their job or not, he was sure that no woman wanted to be treated that way.

Sick, he felt so sick of the situation. Money and power so easily make people become slaves and enslave each other. At that time he always thought whether this is the goal of the demons? Making humans act far more despicable than animals.

"Levi, what are you doing?" Sebastian called out to him while he was still standing in front of the entrance.

"There isn't anything!"

"Jonathan gave me, you and Richard a job here. There are three clients who hire us for high fees. But only one of us three will play and that is you."

"Ok!"

"All right, come on in!"

The three of them entered the casino and took the elevator that took them to the 10th floor. In a special room that had been prepared, the elite who used their services had come and sat chatting on the couch accompanied by women in bikinis. There were five men, four of them were middle-aged men and one of them was quite an old man and four years ago he had played for the old man and managed to make the old man win 30 million dollars in one night.

"Hey, wait a minute! I think I know you?" The old man immediately got up from his place and came to Lucien who was about to sit in his chair.

Lucien looked calm, he knew that he could no longer be Lucien Sanders or Lucky, the gambling god, with a perfect record so far that no jockey has been able to surpass.

Now he has to live with his new identity as Levi Mayr from Canada.

"Sorry, sir! I think you have the wrong person. I'm Levi Mayr!"

"Levi?" This old man frowned. He was sure that he did not recognize anyone wrong. Since Lucien made him win 30 million dollars in one night, it made him want to continue using Lucien's services even though he had to pay a high price. But of course, he wasn't the only one who wanted Lucien, there were so many lines he had to jump through.

"Can we start now?" Said the opponent that Lucien would face at the gambling table.

Lucien sat in his place, he looked so calm and relaxed. There are four opponents that he must face at the poker game table. While Sebastian and Richard stood behind him overseeing the running of the game so that it would run in a sportsmanlike manner.

When the game starts, the four men start partying with the bikini-clad women around them. Several women would pour champagne into glasses and the men would chug it down to the last drop.

Their laughter and screams began to break out as the game went fierce. Sometimes they swear if their jockey barely misses and scream with joy when they almost win.

It wasn't difficult for him, it was too easy and the opponents this time were definitely not the opponents he was used to facing a few years ago. Lucien leaned back in the chair and sat as relaxed as possible. He lit a cigarette and smoked it, the women started to smile watching his figure. They feel lucky because this game is done in a private room, not a public place. So they can enjoy this thrilling sight without much disturbance.

"He's so hot!" muttered one of the women, biting her lower lip. While the other five women tried to hide their smiles and interest, because it was clear that they were not being paid to watch a sexy jockey play poker, but were serving these old men.

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