The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

"Crystal Palace? Hahahaha..."

Ma Shan couldn't help laughing as he looked at the exquisite archway carved out of marble.

An Indian businessman went to Atlantic City and opened a casino. It was clearly modeled after the Taj Mahal and was even named the Taj Mahal Casino. However, at the entrance to the waterway in the square outside, an incongruous archway was built. The dragon columns on both sides had a Chinese feel, with two giant dragons coiled around them, while the relief carvings on the top were of various yakshas and ghosts, very much like Brahma.

The key is the three big characters in the middle of the archway, which are written in a very rare ancient seal script.

Of course Ma Shan didn't recognize these words, but Chanali did.

After Chanali integrated the Xuanmen factions in Nanyang, and as the new goddess of Malaysia, she balanced the forces of all parties, and then came to Las Vegas to meet up with Mashan.

Ma Shan was asked by Lang Yuwen to come to Atlantic City to solve the last piece of the puzzle of casino power, and Chanali naturally followed.

Chanali recognized the three words.

This is a type of writing that was circulated among the ancient witch tribe in Southeast Asia. The shape of the characters is a bit like the ancient Chinese bird-and-insect seal script, but it clearly has an oceanic flavor. It is very likely a type of writing widely used by the ocean civilization of that era that was closely connected with the Central Plains civilization. Some people also call it "dragon seal script."

"The Crystal Palace is the legendary Dragon Palace. It makes sense to write it in dragon seal script. But how do these Indian people understand dragon seal script?" Chanali asked curiously.

"Tsk, a monkey wearing a suit thinks he's a human! What Crystal Palace? The Crystal Palace is in the East China Sea, where the Dragon King lives. This is Atlantic City, it's so weird!" Ma Shan laughed.

Chanali said: "There is also a Dragon Palace in the West Sea!"

Ma Shan was stunned. "That's also at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. He's just a few Indians. He's at most a Yaksha, and he wants to be the Dragon King! Let's pretend to be the Monkey King today and mess around in this fake Dragon Palace!"

He carried Chanali through the giant archway of the Crystal Palace and walked along the waterway towards the Taj Mahal.

As they walked, Chanali noticed something was wrong and said, "Mashan, this waterway is very strange. It's a formation."

"I'm too lazy to even take a second look at this small magic circle." Ma Shan looked indifferent.

Chanali said, "Don't underestimate them. You and Muchen made such a big noise in Las Vegas. Muchen shouted to casinos all over the world with his god-like means. They still dared to raise the banner to oppose you. The person behind them is probably not ordinary. At least Muchen's means have not been able to intimidate him."

Ma Shan frowned slightly, then sneered: "Then I have to meet this person to see how capable he is. If he can't pass this test, then he won't even be qualified to meet Muchen."

The two entered the gambling hall of Taj Manha.

Ma Shan's name had already spread throughout the gambling world. As soon as they got off the plane, all the casino owners in Atlantic City knew about it.

These casino elites and capital tycoons knew very well what Ma Shan was here for, so they all rushed to the Taj Mahal, waiting for this good show.

The ending of this play will guide their future path - the West represented by Duke is finished. It is said that the forest castle where the Earl behind Duke lives has just been reduced to ashes by thousands of lightning bolts. Now is the time for the East to rise. Let's see which of the two different forces from the East is the real dragon.

When Mashan and Chanali entered the Taj Manhal Hall, all eyes were on them.

Ma Shan and Chanali didn't care, and went to the cage to exchange chips like ordinary customers. They didn't exchange much, only about 100,000 US dollars, unlike the rich who exchanged millions or even tens of millions of US dollars right away, or threw out bank drafts.

This made the expectant spectators somewhat disappointed, but due to Ma Shan's reputation, they did not laugh.

However, Ma Shan's subsequent actions soon opened their eyes.

Because almost every hand in Masan is an all-in, a hundred thousand US dollars can quickly turn into tens of millions.

Taj Mahal is known as one of the largest casinos in Atlantic City and is also called the last bastion by the gaming industry after the "fall" of the MGM Grand. One of its major features is that there is no limit on the amount of bets even in the lobby.

But when Ma Shan pushed the chips worth tens of millions of dollars in front of the dealer, the nervous dealer finally lost the courage to continue playing.

The manager of the casino came out and invited Ma Shan and his wife to go to the VIP room.

Ma Shan didn't even look at him and said calmly, "You are not qualified to invite me. Let your boss come out."

Chanali chuckled and said, "You are becoming more and more like your brother in your calm attitude."

Ma Shan chuckled and whispered into Chanali's ear, "I was just pretending. If I were in my right mind, I would have flipped the table over and beaten the guy until he surrendered!"

Chanali just laughed.

Ma Shan gave her a light kiss on the earlobe.

The intimate behavior of the two made the manager who was ignored very angry. He sat in the dealer's seat and said: "I bet with you."

Ma Shan looked nonchalant: "Whatever, it's just giving me money."

The manager looked at the tens of millions of chips on the table, his face a little serious, but his eyes were full of confidence.

He is not only the manager of the casino, but also the recognized gambling champion of Taj Mahal and even the entire Atlantic City.

Just as he was dealing the cards, countless pairs of eyes around him were staring at Ma Shan, and the monitoring room in the back was also studying Ma Shan's cheating skills.

They were sure that Ma Shan was cheating, and no one could win so many games in a row without him. But they had not discovered how Ma Shan cheated.

The manager confidently turned over the last card.

However, when Ma Shan turned over his cards, the light in his eyes disappeared, leaving only disbelief. He pointed at Ma Shan and shouted, "You are cheating!"

Ma Shan said with a grin, "Am I cheating? Come and catch me!"

The manager was so angry that he was shaking, with a cruel look in his eyes. He shouted, "Come here, he's cheating, chop off his hands!"

This decision obviously surprised most people present. It seemed that Taj Mahal was no longer prepared to reason.

A group of people rushed up.

But Masan didn't bother to pay any attention.

Chanali sneered and lightly spilled the red wine glass in her hand. A piece of red wine spilled out and suddenly turned into a red sword, piercing through the bodies of those people and mixing with their blood.

The smell of red wine and blood mixed together and floated in the air.

There was a deathly silence at the scene and no one dared to move.

After a few rounds of applause, a middle-aged man in a neat suit came out.

Next to him was an old woman wearing an orange sari, with a dry face and deep wrinkles.

"Awesome! Awesome! You're worthy of being Master Ma!" the middle-aged man said, clapping his hands.

Mashan glanced at him and asked, “Are you Abhishek?”

"It's me." Abhishek put his hands on his chest, looking very gentlemanly.

But Ma Shan's attention was no longer on him, but on the woman next to him.

There was a very strange aura about this woman, one that was eerie and ghostly, an aura that had never been seen on any cultivator in the past.

But the woman seemed to have no interest in the man and her eyes were fixed on Chanali.

"Using witchcraft to cheat defiles the soul of the ancient witch. Is this what Fatima taught you?"