The Outcast Heiress's Secret Identities-Chapter 995 - 965: Are You Sure Your Real Dad Doesn’t Mind?

Chapter 995: Chapter 965: Are You Sure Your Real Dad Doesn’t Mind?

"Why did Country F suddenly implement a flight ban?" Su Ran found it strange. During such a grand fashion event as Paris Fashion Week, Country F shouldn’t have made such a decision.

Moreover, it just so happens that Jin Moshen is in Paris. Is it really such a coincidence?

However, it’s precisely because of this that they have an excellent opportunity.

"Paris experienced two riots and a terrorist attack within a month. To ensure the smooth running of this fashion week and the personal safety of participants, the flight ban was enforced."

Su Ran squinted slightly, "Who gave the order?"

An 2: "Country F’s military."

Could this really just be a coincidence?

Was she overthinking?

"Honey, honey..." At this moment, Mo Shangjie caught up with them, quickly walking to Su Ran’s side.

And the instant he approached, the violence and the blood-red hue in Su Ran’s eyes abruptly vanished.

As always, she returned to the usual cool and indifferent demeanor that Mo Shangjie was familiar with.

Mo Shangjie didn’t notice the subtle change in Su Ran, quite possibly because he was focused on other things.

He hopped in front of Su Ran, excitedly saying:

"Honey, do you need a son?"

Su Ran: "..."

"Would you mind having a 300-month-old son?"

Su Ran: "..."

"Would you mind if I took your surname Su?"

"..."

Su Ran couldn’t help but twitch the corner of her mouth, turning to look at him, "I don’t mind, you sure your dad doesn’t mind either?"

Mo Shangjie: "..."

Probably, maybe, perhaps he does... mind.

"Then do you need a disciple?"

"Hmm?"

"Knowing you for so long, I just realized today that you’re so skilled. Honey, who taught you? Your instructor must be amazing, right? How do you think my talent is? Could I become a martial arts master?"

Su Ran looked ahead, her voice low, "Amazing what, let’s go."

In her eyes, mockery mingled with a cold detachment.

"Hey, where are we going now?"

Su Ran didn’t speak, she just walked forward, and Mo Shangjie followed behind in confusion, somewhat puzzled.

"Brother, where are we going?" he quietly asked An 2 beside him.

An 2 didn’t answer, merely following silently.

Mo Shangjie scratched his nose, stopped talking, and just kept walking. The road grew darker and eventually stopped in front of a huge wrought iron gate.

A sudden chill hit, making many people’s legs instinctively tremble.

"Honey, what is this place..."

Mo Shangjie stood beside Su Ran, curiously looking at the gate in front of them.

There was no change in Su Ran’s expression, one could even say it was indifferent.

"Ever been to a casino?"

Mo Shangjie nodded, "Of course."

As a successor to the Mo Family, various trainings were indispensable from childhood, and the temptations naturally followed.

Among various temptations, gambling was a big taboo.

Once, he had personally witnessed a two-billion-dollar boss gambling away his entire fortune in a week.

"Really?" Su Ran’s eyes were filled with a chilling cold.

She beckoned to An 2, who immediately understood and took out a card. A mechanical voice emanated from the gate—

[Verification passed.]

The door opened, contrasting sharply with the dimly lit, maze-like passageway.

After entering, the scene suddenly became grand and bright, spacious and transparent.

The three came to a one-way glass window, below which it was bustling with people.

If not for the burly men armed with weapons at each entrance, it would almost feel like a theme park.

Mo Shangjie looked down and couldn’t resist whistling, "This place is nice."

Su Ran glanced at the fiery red Manzanita on the opposite wall and said to An 2 behind her:

"Find someone to get an admission ticket."

An 2 nodded and gestured someone at the door to come in.

"Does this lousy place still need an admission ticket?" Mo Shangjie asked in surprise.

The so-called admission ticket wasn’t like the ones needed to enter amusement parks.

Here, an admission ticket means a financial threshold.

Now even in Las Vegas, besides the top-tier Salon for VIP guests, nothing else requires a financial threshold.

Nowadays, casinos rely on industry data to investigate gamblers’ credit records and capabilities, no longer requiring on-the-spot capital verification.

Unexpectedly, this small casino still needed an admission ticket.

"Do you know why casinos are designed this way?"

Su Ran didn’t look at Mo Shangjie, but he knew she was asking him.

"Of course, it’s to mesmerize tourists with its lavish environment, making them drop their guard and place bigger bets."

A window, two worlds.

Even unable to hear the sounds inside, one could imagine its noise, cheers, and curses.

Gambling has always been dark.

You either go to Hell or die in Hell; there’s no Heaven to speak of.

Heaven is reserved for those itching for action.

At this moment, something happened downstairs, causing a gambler to suddenly become agitated.

He swept all the chips off the table, pointing and shouting at the dealer.

Gradually, it escalated to attempted violence.

A nearby guard stepped forward, grabbed the gambler’s raised hand, slammed it onto the table, drew a weapon from his waist, and in a flash...

Three of the gambler’s fingers were severed.

Mo Shangjie had been to numerous places and seen many such occurrences.

Casinos could be dark and bloody; you either lose everything or gamble away your life.

He could accept such oppressive scenes, but it didn’t mean Su Ran could.

"Honey, let’s leave first..."

He turned to look at Su Ran, worried she might be frightened by the scene.

After all, she was a lady from seclusion; being startled was natural.

But Su Ran...

She was calmer and more composed than he imagined.

Not even a frown, Mo Shangjie’s eyes flickered.

Su Ran continued to watch below, suddenly curling her lips into a smile with an unclear meaning, casually speaking.

"Once you draw the bowstring, there’s no turning back. Once tainted, it’s like hovering at the edge of Hell, with a price to pay."

The mocking tone and playfully arrogant attitude were familiar to Mo Shangjie.

Mo Shangjie scratched his head, a bit confused, "I know."

Su Ran laughed quietly, patted his shoulder, lazily speaking, "So you’re good, let’s go."

Watching Su Ran turn to leave, Mo Shangjie became increasingly puzzled.

Did she bring him here just to warn him of gambling’s dangers?

He already knew that!

If he dared to gamble, his old man would definitely chop off his hand personally.

"Honey, aren’t we going down?" Mo Shangjie asked when he caught up.

Su Ran lazily replied, "Hmm."

Then why did you ask for an admission ticket?

Mo Shangjie scratched his head again, growing more confused.

As Su Ran walked out, she took out her phone and said to An 2:

"Tell An 3 to come over and take over as soon as possible."

"Yes."