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

The cruise ship plowed through the water, leaving a long wake on the sea. The sunlight fell on it, creating ripples on the waves, like the scales of a giant dragon.

Ma Shan had been playing on the boat for several hours.

He didn't want to waste time, but he was curious about what the other party had in mind. Was it the kid in red?

The other party didn't seem to be in a hurry to reveal his cards, so Ma Shan was naturally not in a hurry either.

With his current strength, he could sink the boat with one punch, but this was not a solution to the problem.

He had to wait for the other party to reveal their cards and for the real owner of the ship to appear.

After Li Muchen pointed his finger at the screen, Atlantic City still dared to challenge them openly. There must be a very powerful person behind them.

While taking a break, Ma Shan went to the deck to get some fresh air.

Looking at the vast Atlantic Ocean and smelling the salty and humid smell of the air brought by the sea breeze, Ma Shan actually felt like lingering, as if there was something here that was attracting him and resonating with his beating heart.

Looking through the sea, it was dark and bottomless, but there seemed to be a hazy light, flowing with a strange color, like blood flowing in the veins, echoing with the echoes of ancestors.

"Mr. Ma, are you having fun?" A slightly childish voice sounded behind him.

Mashan looked back and saw Velendra walking up on the deck, accompanied by the Rakshasa woman.

He already knew that this woman's name was Suravama, and she was well-known in Atlantic City and feared by many people. She was the guardian of the Taj Mahal in Atlantic City, just like the Brahmin guru Sri Ravi Shankar of the Taj Mahal in Las Vegas.

But Shankar was a true sadhu, while Suravma was a Rakshasa.

Shanka can summon Bhisheka with Thousand Ghosts and Ten Thousand Savas, while Surawarma can summon Yaksha. Both are evil ghosts, but at present, it seems that Shanka is more capable.

Therefore, Mashan was certain that Atlantic City’s backer was definitely not Sulawoma, but most likely the race behind her identity as a Rakshasa woman.

As for the child in red in front of him, let's call him Red Boy, but no one knows who he is or what tricks he will play.

Judging from Surawoma's respectful attitude towards him, the child's parents might be from prominent families.

"Happy! How can I not be happy when I win money?" Ma Shan said with a smile.

"Just be happy!"

Weilundela put his hands in his trouser pockets and took two steps forward, swaying his body as he walked, imitating the appearance of the young and dangerous men in gangster movies. However, it was totally inconsistent with his bright red clothes. Coupled with his childish face and the voice that he deliberately lowered to pretend to be mature, it made people laugh.

"Just be happy as long as you can. You won't be happy anymore after a while."

"Really?" Ma Shan leaned against the railing, folding his arms across his chest. "I can't think of anything that would make me unhappy."

“You can’t win with one song,” Velendra said.

"Who can make me lose? You?" Ma Shan said with a smile.

"I will." Velendra said confidently.

"You're just a little kid, don't you know that casinos are not open to minors?" Ma Shan teased.

Velendra's expression changed, as if the word "little brat" had touched his sore spot. He was very unhappy and snorted: "Humph, this is the high seas, no one cares."

Ma Shan laughed. After all, children are children. They always want to prove that they are adults, and they are afraid that others will say that they are children.

"Even if no one cares about the high seas, don't your parents care? Aren't you afraid of being spanked when you go back?"

Velendra was even more displeased, and the anger in his eyes seemed to burst out.

Sulawoma beside him called softly, "Master..."

Velendra's body trembled, as if he remembered his identity, his expression softened, and he regained his proud and noble demeanor, snorting coldly: "There will be a time for you to cry."

He then turned around gracefully and left with Suravoma and other followers.

Ma Shan looked back at the calm Atlantic Ocean, took a deep breath of the sea breeze, and returned to the gambling hall.

Chanali was sitting at the gambling table in the hall, and the chips were piled up around her.

Ma Shan bent down and kissed Chanali's face, then grabbed a handful of chips and went to play at another table.

The two separated to prevent the other from playing any tricks. Ma Shan went to the deck to get some fresh air and to see what was happening outside, after all, the ship was too big.

The appearance of Weilundra made Mashan decide to speed up the process. If he wanted to see the opponent's cards, he had to make the opponent lose all the chips first.

Neither Ma Shan nor Chanali are masters of cheating. If we really bet, at least half of the people here are better than them.

But no matter how good your gambling skills are, you can’t beat the opponent who knows magic.

Chanali was still not in a hurry, but Mashan began to increase his bets, going all in. Soon, the chips in front of him piled up like a mountain, far exceeding Chanali's.

The gamblers' attention began to focus on Ma Shan.

In fact, everyone knew that Ma Shan and Chanali were the protagonists of today, but after playing for such a long time, people's gambling nature was aroused and they almost forgot the existence of the protagonists.

Of course, there are also many people who disagree and think that it is not worth it for Taj Mahal to make such a big fuss for the Mashan couple.

First they saw Ma Shan come to the roulette table and sit down, and the mountain of chips behind him moved silently but inhumanely with him.

This method is very conspicuous, it is just telling others, I am cheating, I am using magic, come and catch me!

Ma Shan pointed to the number 9 on the dial and said, "All bets are on nine."

People were stunned for a moment.

Even though Masanori had been betting all the time, this one still shocked the gamblers and tycoons.

You have to know the rules of this gambling boat. There is not just one dealer. In fact, each table represents a casino or a boss who wants to be the dealer.

Ma Shan had just won all the way, and had almost won all the casinos and tycoons. It was just that some people were lucky and lost to Ma Shan when he had only a few chips. As Ma Shan had more and more chips, the boss behind the gambling table was almost going bankrupt.

Now, the gambling table where Mashan was sitting belonged to Taj Mahal and also to the owner of this ship.

There is more than one gambling table at Taj Mahal. Ma Shan chose the simplest roulette and bet on an odd number 9.

This means that if he wins the bet, he can get a payout of 35 times.

The chips in his hand were enough to buy a large casino in Atlantic City. Thirty-five times the chips meant that the entire Atlantic City would be lost to him.

The dealer's hands were shaking and he didn't dare to press the button, even though he knew that the table had a mechanism that could control the final result.

"Let me do it." Abhishek appeared next to the dealer.

The dealer breathed a sigh of relief and quickly moved away.

Ma Shan shook his head and said, "You can't do it, let that little brat do it!"

Abhishek looked a little embarrassed and was about to say something when he heard a childish voice:

"Mr. Ma, what's the point of just gambling?"

Dressed in red like fire, Velendra appeared accompanied by Suravoma.

"You want to raise the bet?" Ma Shan asked with a smile, "What do you want to raise?"

"Add one of your ribs, the black one," said Velendra.