Macau at noon was bright enough to bleach the streets in gold, but heat or daylight never mattered in a city built for sleepless nights. The casinos didn't care whether the sun was up or down—only that money kept flowing and luck kept breathing.
Liam walked calmly toward the largest casino house in the entire city.
The building towered like a monument of wealth. Its exterior shimmered with reflective gold-tinted glass, catching the sunlight and scattering it across the plaza.
Dozens of exotic cars lined the front: Lamborghinis, Maybachs, Rolls Royces, and a few limited-edition hypercars that made even billionaires do a double take.
Liam took in the sight with a small smile. He had seen wealth. He had seen excess. But places like this always amused him—they weren't just casinos; they were arenas where money battled ego, status, and desperation.
He wondered, idly, if he would turn the place upside down by accident. Probably.
