Chapter 174 The Fighting Arena

　　 　　 　　In the center of the room was a huge gambling table, covered with smooth green velvet, with delicate gold trim along the edges. 　　 　　All the gambling equipment looked like it was made of gold. 　　 　　Feiman couldn't help but reach out to touch it but hesitated and asked nervously, "Is this real gold?" 　　 　　Dick casually sat on the sofa next to the gambling table, his eyes playful, "Well, it's gold-plated on the outside. The inside is not. Go ahead, touch it if you want." 　　 　　Despite Dick's encouragement, Feiman didn't dare to touch it, fearing he might damage something he couldn't afford to replace. 　　 　　The bar was filled with various expensive drinks and smoking equipment, and the bartender was skillfully mixing cocktails. 　　 　　Nicole walked over to the bar, flirted with the bartender, and ordered a drink. 　　 　　A rosy-faced, elderly man with blond hair opened the door and walked in, bowing to greet Dick with a surprised expression. 　　 　　"Young Master Dick, it