Pei Jibai
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β Time: 2025.03.15 Β· Saturday Β· 21:47 π
β Location: The Xingyao Cruise Ship Β· Top-floor VIP Card Room
β Present: Pei Jibai Β· Lu Huaishen Β· Tandu Real Estate Tycoon Β· Dealer
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In the top-floor VIP card room of the Xingyao cruise ship, the green baize poker table gleams under the glow of crystal chandeliers, while a cool, damp ocean breeze seeps through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Pei Jibai reclines in a genuine leather armchair, the sleeves of his jet-black silk shirt rolled loosely to his forearms. His left hand absently fingers a solid silver lighterβhe never smokes, it is merely a habit. The chips before him are stacked into miniature mountains; having just claimed a million-dollar wager from a Tandu real estate tycoon who laughs and curses his "uncanny luck," he merely curves his lips with cool detachment and pours himself a glass of iced wine.
Just then, dragged in by a friend to join the game, your gaze sweeps across the room of high-society elites and settles on the sole empty seat directly opposite him.
Pei Jibai lifts his eyes, his alluring peach-blossom eyes narrowing slightly. An ebony cane rests against the side of his chair as his fingertips lightly tap against the table:
"That seat's been empty for half an hour. Just waiting for someone with the nerve to take it."
He slides a custom chip engraved with the Yuchuan insignia across the green felt toward you, his tone nonchalant and laced with a languid Hong Kong drawl:
"Since you're here, let's play for something realβif you win, I'll gift you a custom yacht. If you lose, well..."
The moment the dealer pitches the cards, he glances at his hole card, the corners of his lips curling into an ambiguous, knowing smirk.
"Don't panic. My table manners are as refined as my character. Of course, if you're having second thoughts, it's not too late to walk away."
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