Ten feathers

The place Ye Linghan came to was the only and largest underground casino in the entire East City. Behind each room was wrapped with black soundproof cotton to cover up the sound of chips colliding and the noise of people's voices.

At the same time, there is a real shooting range with real guns, and its purpose is to provide entertainment for the winners, and the objects of entertainment are gamblers who cannot pay off their debts.

They use living people as targets, and the bet depends entirely on fate. If they encounter a creditor who is not good at shooting, they can survive by chance, and their previous debts will be written off. Otherwise, they cannot complain. After all, life and death are determined by fate and there is always a price to pay.

But Ye Linghan never participated in these things. He didn't lend out weapons or gamble. He simply liked the thrill of shooting and would often come here to play a few games in his free time.

"Master, it's still the old seat. It has always been reserved for you." Xu Zilian led Ye Linghan through the dim corridor with private rooms on both sides and came to the innermost part.

When passing one of the private rooms, Ye Linghan felt as if an electric current passed through his brain. A tingling sensation instantly spread throughout his body, and at the same time, his hands and feet spasmed, and he staggered uncontrollably.

"Master!" Xu Zilian quickly reached out to support Ye Linghan, his face filled with worry. "Master, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Ye Linghan waved his hands, bent down and supported his hands on his knees, tiny beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. The last time he felt this way was when he met a taxi driver, but it was not serious at that time and he did not care.

Fortunately, it didn't last long. After a moment's rest, Ye Linghan stumbled to his feet, looked at the door behind him, and asked Xu Zilian, "Is anyone in here today?"

Xu Zilian nodded and said, "Yes, I remember they came not long before you, Master, and there was a large group of people. I don't know what they were doing." Xu Zilian curled his lips, probably because he was just a child and didn't care about it.

"Master, what happened? Do you want me to ask Dad to call them out?"

Ye Linghan quickly waved his hand, "No, no, I'm just asking. Let's go."

Of course he wanted to know who was inside, but he couldn't do it through Xu Zilian. Otherwise, people who could come to such a place basically didn't have clean backgrounds, and he couldn't let Xu Zilian and his family be targeted.

After Ye Linghan followed Xu Zilian to his own exclusive room, he looked at the furnishings in the room and felt a little emotional. It had been a while since he had been here.

Everything in the room was created by Xu Zilian's father, Xu Chushan, for Ye Linghan. The entire room belongs to Ye Linghan alone, and no one can enter except him.

No one around knew that Ye Linghan came to the underground casino, not even Yin Chen.

Ye Linghan took off his mask and baseball cap, then put on protective gear. He stood in front of the table and quickly assembled the pistol on the table. Then he raised his hand, aimed at the bull's eye and pulled the trigger. With a "bang", the bullet flew out and hit the red circle in the middle of the bull's eye.

Fortunately, the feel is still there.

Ye Linghan fired a few more shots in a row, satisfied his desire, and then placed the pistol on the table and took off his protective gear.

"Master is so awesome!" Xu Zilian on the side cheered repeatedly. The room was very soundproof, so no matter how loud the sound was, it would not be heard.

Ye Linghan usually looks rather thin, as if he doesn't have any flesh on his body, but this time after he put on the tights, the muscle lines under the clothes were faintly visible, making his waist narrower and legs longer, and his body shape was well maintained.

He smiled as he picked up the pistol on the table and threw it to Xu Zilian, "Load it and practice it for me."

"Okay!" Xu Zilian took the gun, and every move he made was like Ye Linghan. He loaded the bullet like Ye Linghan, then aimed at the center of the bull's eye and shot a bullet. However, he was young and inexperienced, so he only hit the eighth ring on his first try.

Xu Zilian turned around and looked at Ye Linghan, "Master, this is not my true level. Normally, I can hit the ninth level!"

Ye Linghan walked forward and touched Xu Zilian's head, "Okay, I believe you." As he said that, he stood beside Xu Zilian. Because of the height difference, Ye Linghan had to bend down and adjust his posture and angle for him. Then he wrapped his big hand around the small hand and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew out and hit the bull's eye.

"Do you remember this feeling?" Ye Linghan asked.

Xu Zilian raised his head and nodded vigorously, "I'll remember it!"

"Okay, then you get some feeling first, I'm going to the bathroom."

After Ye Linghan gave his instructions, he left the room and headed straight for the monitoring room.

The lights in another box were on, and it was impossible to tell how many souls had been buried there.

A cross was placed in the center of the venue, with a person with his face covered with a black cloth tied to it. There were targets placed on the left and right sides of the person's head and on top of the head, surrounding the person's head.

Fifty meters in front of the man, there was a long table with various types of guns displayed on it. There were more than a dozen people standing around, all staring at the man on the cross with eager eyes.

One of them was wearing a black cloak and a mask covering half of his face. He picked up a pistol from the table, twisted it twice skillfully on his index finger, and then loaded the bullet. When the crisp sound rang out, the whispers around him stopped.

The man shook his wrist deftly, and the shiny black gun body spun on his fingers. He walked towards the tied man, and when he got close, he tore off the black cloth covering the man's head.

Perhaps because he had been blindfolded for too long and his eyes had not seen the light for a long time, he was a little uncomfortable with the strong light stimulation. The tied man blinked hard and shook his head. His face was bruised and mixed with dried blood. One of his eyes was so swollen that he couldn't open it, but a gap was still barely visible.

When he saw the person in front of him, his face was filled with shock, and he immediately started cursing, "Duan Jiu, why don't you just stay in Lingcheng and guard it? You have to come to my Nancheng to get a piece of the pie. With such a big appetite, aren't you afraid of dying of starvation?"

Wang De? Wasn’t he already dealt with? Why is he here?

And these eyes... I seem to have seen them somewhere.

Ye Linghan narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at Duan Jiu's eyes under the half mask.

In the corner of the monitoring room, the guard sat in silence with his eyes closed.

Ye Linghan was wearing a mask and a hat, sitting in a chair, his eyes fixed on the screen, looking at the only blurry face he had ever seen.

Who was the Duan Jiu that Wang De mentioned? He had never heard of him.

Ye Linghan held the earphones to his ear with one hand, and every word from the box reached his ears without missing a word.

The man named Duan Jiu in the box sneered, "Ha." He patted Wang De's face with the butt of his gun. "So, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Facts have proven that I can swallow it."

The cold gun body rubbed against Wang De's cheek, forcing him to subconsciously shrink his neck. Big drops of cold sweat dripped onto the black pistol, and then dispersed into smaller droplets and splashed onto Duan Jiu's hand.

The arrogance he had shown under impulse was long gone. He knew that these people were capable of doing anything.

It is human nature to fear death. No matter how tough one was before, at the moment of death, the fear in one's heart will definitely prevail.

"Disgusting." Duan Jiu frowned and looked at the sweat beads on the back of his hand with disgust. He put down his hand briefly and shook off the nauseating liquid.

Wang De's eyes were fixed on Duan Jiu's every move, his Adam's apple tensely sliding up and down, and he asked in a trembling voice, "You, what on earth do you want to do?"

"What do you think will happen if you become a discarded pawn?"

"I didn't! I'm not!" Wang De was so frightened that he tried desperately to break free, but the ropes were too tight and he couldn't break free at all. His vision gradually became scattered and his chest rose and fell rapidly, as if he had lost his soul.

"Oh~" Duan Jiu changed his tone, then turned around and walked over. When he came to the table, he suddenly turned around, raised his arm, and pointed the pistol directly at Wang De's eyebrows.

When Wang De saw Duan Jiu turning around, he thought he had a chance of survival. He just breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart immediately rose to his throat again.

At the same time, Ye Linghan subconsciously leaned forward half his body, and his hand holding the earphones tightened unconsciously.

Duan Jiu's voice came through the headset again, "Tell me, how could you be so stupid? You've been in charge of Nancheng for so long, and yet you haven't made any progress at all. Last time you lost control and hurt someone on the roadside, that was fine, but why can't you control your mouth this time?"

Losing control? Hurting someone on the roadside? Ye Linghan, sitting in front of the monitor, frowned. No wonder he saw a scar on Wang De's arm when he left last time.

But isn't he a vampire? Why didn't he heal himself?

Looking at the monitor, Wang De was so scared that he almost lost his voice. His throat made a "click, click" sound, and his mouth opened and closed again but no syllable came out.

At this time, Duan Jiu's voice came again.

"Luckily, you weren't completely stupid last time. After the incident, you just went back to your South City. It's not like I didn't give you a chance afterwards, but what about you?"

"Stop talking, stop talking." Wang De murmured in a trembling voice, with tears in his voice.

Suddenly, for some unknown reason, Wang De's whole body began to twitch uncontrollably. He kept mumbling something and reached forward with his hand, as if he wanted something.

What he said was very vague and Ye Linghan couldn't hear clearly. It was necessary to put the headphones closer, turn up the volume and listen carefully. Finally, based on the shape of his mouth, Ye Linghan analyzed that Wang De was looking for Duan Jiu to ask for medicine again.

Duan Jiu tilted his head and raised his chin towards the person next to him. The person understood and walked forward, took out a medicine bottle from his pocket, poured out a pill, and casually put it into Wang De's mouth.

After Wang De swallowed the pill with difficulty, the discomfort gradually eased and he breathed in the air in big gulps.

He looked up and met Duan Jiu's cold eyes, "Please stop talking and let me die!" The dark and empty muzzle of the gun was always pointed at him, and there was a risk of accidental discharge at any time. How could he not panic? Every moment was torture for him.

"Is that so?" Duan Jiu shook the gun in his hand left and right meaningfully, with the muzzle against Wang De's brow, and slid it slowly to the bull's eye on the side of his head, "Is it still like this?" Then, without waiting for Wang De to react, Duan Jiu quickly slid the gun back and aimed it at Wang De's brow again.

Wang De was so frightened that he dared not breathe.

"Oh, but I've been holding it up for so long that my hands are sore. What should I do?"

Wang De simply closed his eyes and his body trembled uncontrollably.

When Ye Linghan saw this scene, his hands holding the earphones suddenly clenched, and his knuckles turned white. He was not a kind-hearted person, but he could not bear to watch someone die in front of him.

Ye Linghan wanted to stand up, but suddenly felt his shoulders sink and he was pushed back heavily into his seat.

Ye Linghan turned around and saw a man wearing a black cloak and a full-face mask standing behind him, with his hand on his shoulder. He didn't know how long he had been standing there.

"Who are you?" Ye Linghan asked.

The man did not answer his question, but just said: "I advise you to mind your own business." His voice was very dull, and it could be heard that he was deliberately suppressing his original voice and not showing it to others.

"What do you mean?" Ye Linghan asked, then suddenly stood up while the man was not paying attention, and wanted to reach out and tear off the man's cloak, but the man reacted faster, grabbed Ye Linghan's outstretched hand, then quickly dodged, hugged his waist from behind and held him in his arms.

"What are you doing!" Ye Linghan's back slammed into the man's chest. It was a bit painful, and it was a very insecure posture. It was equivalent to giving his back to a stranger. He tried to struggle, but it was of no avail.

Just as the two were in a stalemate, there was a sudden "bang" sound from the headset. Ye Linghan turned around abruptly and widened his eyes, only to see on the screen that a bullet was shot out of Duan Jiu's gun towards Wang De.