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　　Chapter 208: Men Who Disturb in the Midnight

　　Under the cover of the black curtain, the dazzling black Ferrari sped forward like an arrow leaving the bow.

　　This was a club situated halfway up the mountain of Qibei Mountain City.

　　A bright band of stars shone on the surface of the Qibei Mountain City's jade plate.

　　This place was extremely luxurious.

　　The kingdom that belonged to Feng Xinglang.

　　The champagne colored solid wood door was made of pure gold; a silk hand-made carpet, a crystal chandelier, and an extremely luxurious yet elegant existence.

　　This was a paradise for men to enjoy, and a harem for women to compete with.

　　Feng Xinglang did not walk through the VIP entrance, because those were all left for the customer G.o.d. If they were allowed to enjoy the most n.o.ble treatment, they could happily burn money.

　　Those who came here to burn money were either rich or n.o.ble. Not only did he have to be rich, he also had to have connections. This was because this place only operated internally.

　　In front of an inconspicuous door, Feng Xinglang stopped.

　　Fingerprints, facial features, and iris, these human biometric technologies, possess high-tech reliability and uniqueness.

　　Three minutes later, the last AI door opened. The sound of the door was depressing, and it was enough to prove how thick the door was.

　　Inside, however, was a different scene.

　　The 100 million in cash weighs more than a ton and has a volume of about 1.19 cubic metres. The cash here was more than ten cubic meters in size.

　　Towards the large amount of cash, Feng Xinglang did not even glance at it, and directly walked towards a hidden surveillance room inside.

　　"Brother Lang, you're here." Ye Xiaonian stood up to welcome him.

　　A frail, middle-aged man who looked like he was about to collapse stood beside Ye Xiaonian.

　　"Did you see him cheating?" Feng Xinglang asked the middle-aged man in a cold voice.

　　The middle-aged man shook his head, "Seems like it's not a trick! "According to my deductions, it should be the high-tech Thousand Hands!"

　　The middle-aged man was called Phantom Eight. He was so thin that a gust of wind could topple him. He was a veteran of this club.

　　Each casino had a few veterans. On one hand, it was a thousand to one thousand. On the other hand, it was up to them to maintain order in the casino. For example, they would not allow a G.o.d to win endless amounts of money. The more they won, the more they would pay attention to him and even him.