Selene arrived in a black Audi, an official army sticker fixed discreetly on the windshield—enough to signal that someone powerful was inside. PK got in without a word. The ride lasted thirty minutes, silent and focused, until the car stopped in front of a building that looked like a high-end casino on the surface.
Selene turned to him, her tone firm.
"This place is notorious. Extremely dangerous. Don't do anything without discussing it with me. Do you understand?"
PK nodded calmly, his expression unreadable.
Inside, they crossed the main hall and entered a private elevator. Instead of going up, the lift descended—far deeper than expected. After multiple security verifications and biometric checks, the doors finally opened.
They stepped into a room that felt unreal.
A long table stood at the center, surrounded by people calmly discussing figures over fine dining—like a private auction mixed with a high-stakes banquet. These weren't ordinary gamblers; their composure alone gave them away.
Selene spoke in a low voice.
"Everyone here has assets worth over a billion. Because you're with me—because of my father—you were allowed inside. Otherwise, you wouldn't even know this place exists."
PK replied casually, "Alright, alright," while his eyes scanned every corner, every exit, every face.
Selene's voice dropped further.
"If you win, fine. If you lose… don't even think about escaping. There is nowhere to run. Every server here is armed."
PK's lips curved slightly.
"No wonder it's so secluded," he said calmly. "In my previous life, I didn't even know a place like this existed."
And as he stood there—composed, observant, dominant—it was clear:
PK wasn't here to gamble.
He was here to wine.