In the later afternoon...
Casino of Emperors – Macau, 2031
In the heart of Macau, where dreams and financial ruin go hand-in-hand, stood the Casino of Emperors—a palace of sin and silk, where even the toilets came with velvet ropes.
Tonight, the VIP Hall—The Dragon's Den—was packed.
The minimum buy-in? $1 million USD.
The games? Ruthless.
The stakes? Stupid.
The air? Conditioned with arrogance.
A crowd of elite gamblers, casino magnates, and corporate royals had gathered around the Heaven Table, the highest of high-roller circles.
And right there—
Two teenage girls were casually playing against Asia's Four Gambling Masters in an intense round of Quantum Texas Hold'em.
Yes. That's a thing here.
And they were losing. Spectacularly.
Yet — Both stood perfectly calm.
Like they weren't gambling away the GDP of a small country.
"Raise. Ten million." Yue's tone was light, smooth, businesslike—as if she were ordering green tea.
The dealer's hand trembled.
