Ye Wan and Ji Kongmeng's nonchalant attitude completely enraged the greasy-faced man.
He was so angry that his face contorted, his mouth gaped open, and he roared loudly, emitting a foul stench, before swinging his fist, as big as a clay pot, at Ji Kongmeng.
Ji Kongmeng showed no intention of moving, and his face remained completely expressionless.
He's not alone now; he has powerful backers who are also very protective of their own.
Chu Yiming stood in front of Ji Kongmeng, grabbing the greasy-faced man's thick arm with one hand, rendering him unable to move.
Only then did the oily-faced man look at Chu Yiming properly.
His usually gentle and refined face was now covered with a layer of frost: "If you want to harm my junior brother, you'll have to ask me first."
Ye Wan chimed in, "That's right! If you want to harm my junior brother, you'll have to step over my senior brother's corpse first."
The frost on Chu Yiming's face cracked instantly.
Fortunately, he had a strong enough mentality and did not reduce the force in his hands at all.
The oily-faced man tried to pull his arm back forcefully, but couldn't break free even a fraction of an inch.
So he raised his leg to kick Chu Yiming.
Chu Yiming didn't give him a chance and exerted force with his hand.
I heard a cracking sound, and the bone broke.
The oily-faced man started squealing like a pig.
The intense pain terrified him, and he desperately tried to pull his arm back.
Because of its enormous size, its flesh was loose and flabby, making it look like a clump of plankton struggling to break free from the rocks.
Chu Yiming suddenly let go, and the lump of fat wobbled and bumped into the wooden table behind him.
The wooden table couldn't withstand such a heavy impact and immediately shattered into pieces.
"Ah—ah—"
The oily-faced man clutched his severed arm and wailed, unable to utter a word.
As the eldest disciple, Chu Yiming was naturally the one who got beaten the most by Su Hanjiang among the three disciples.
The number of times he has been struck by Xuan Tian Zi Dian is countless.
To call him "a man of steel" would be to underestimate him.
Dealing with this kind of person is as easy as squeezing cotton.
The oily-faced man's pig-like squeals didn't last long; soon, people from inside the gambling den carried him out.
The broken tables and chairs were quickly cleaned up and replaced with new ones.
The onlookers dispersed in a swarm, and the lively atmosphere returned to its initial state.
It's as if that farce never happened.
A closer look reveals that several pairs of eyes have already been fixed on them.
They thought they were well hidden and considered themselves the hunters.
The gambling den has three floors.
Gamblers on the first floor must win three consecutive rounds to advance to the second floor.
The third floor is not open to the public; I heard it's the owner's wife's residence.
That's right, the apparent owner of this gambling den is a woman.
Those who win three consecutive rounds on the second floor are eligible to gamble against the proprietress.
The winner can replace the boss's wife and become the new boss.
To date, only one person has seen the proprietress's true face, and in the end, he was blinded and forced to leave.
The blind man would always show a happy expression whenever he talked about this.
In his words:
Having seen the most beautiful women in the world, one need not look at other mundane things.
These words sparked endless imagination, and some people traveled from afar just to catch a glimpse of the proprietress's charm.
However, some people expressed disdain, saying that they had heard the proprietress was just an ordinary person, and that almost eighteen years had passed, so she was long past her prime.
There's nowhere else worth seeing.
Whether someone is a stunning beauty or has aged and lost their charm is not important; what gamblers can become engrossed in is the act of gambling itself.
The beautiful woman was just an excuse they used.
After wandering around for a while, the three of them soon spotted two familiar figures at a gambling table.
They really are from the Immortal Venerable's Mansion.
However, they changed out of their flashy bright yellow outfits and wore only casual clothes, clearly intending to conceal their identities.
The bet was very simple: guess high or low, best two out of three.
The gambler guesses first, and the dealer guesses second.
If the dealer calls three times in a row, the gambler wins.
It sounds more favorable to gamblers.
As Zheng Nansheng sat at the gambling table, the moment the dice were rolled, he knew this game wasn't about luck or hearing.
Because the dice made no sound when shaken.
Only the person who rolls the dice knows whether it's big or small.
Low-level gamblers rely on luck;
A mediocre gambler bets on strategy;
The most sophisticated gamblers are those who use their wits and strategies.
Aside from scams, there's no such thing as a guaranteed win in every bet.
If a gambler claims to be lucky, stay away from him; he's a complete fraud.
Luo Lianjiang stood next to Zheng Nansheng and turned his head to see Ye Wan and the other two.
He raised his chin as a greeting.
Snap—
The dice cup fell, and the vibration caused the dice inside to roll a few times.
One three, one one.
Very obvious.
It's not difficult for someone skilled in gambling to discern the truth.
The person shaking the dice cup took a step back, causing a flow of breath within the cup. There was no sound inside, but the numbers were clearly no longer the same.
At this point, even someone skilled in gambling, without any cultivation level, would not be able to detect it.
Zheng Nansheng glanced at the middle-aged man shaking the dice cup with a half-smile; the middle-aged man remained expressionless.
It must be the result of years of training and accumulated skill.
Zheng Nansheng leaned back slightly, resting his back against the chair, and crossed his legs.
He seemed somewhat helpless.
He looks even more like a spoiled brat than Luo Lianjiang.
The dealer opposite him was a pretty young woman who laughed heartily at his appearance.
Her clothing was daring and revealing, with almost half of her chest exposed.
His demeanor was free and easy, yet every movement was just right, attractive enough, but not vulgar.
She swayed her slender waist as she walked over, leaning against the wooden table as if boneless, and lifted Zheng Nansheng's chin with a finger:
"Young man, have you thought it through?"
Luo Lianjiang pushed her hand away: "Let's gamble, but don't resort to violence."
"Hmm? Oh dear, hahaha, how embarrassing! I didn't even realize you two were a couple, I'm so ashamed!"
As she spoke, she even pretended to gently stroke her face, which was beaming with happiness.
She swayed back to her seat, her whole body rocking from side to side as she laughed too hard.
Zheng Nansheng rolled his eyes at Luo Lianjiang and said in a cool tone, "Either shut up or get out."
"You want to be all lovey-dovey with her while I go out? I'm not leaving!"
Unreasonable, unreasonable, behaving strangely, mentally ill!
Zheng Nansheng's face turned ashen: You overacted, didn't you?
!!
hiss--
The onlookers gasped in shock.
What's with this beating?
They're here to watch the betting, not to see young couples arguing.
Even Ye Wan was surprised and curiously pulled off her blindfold.
He pointed at Luo Lianjiang, then at Zheng Nansheng, his face even more excited than the dealer's:
"You, you two talked?"
Chu Yiming asked in a daze, "What are we talking about?"
Ji Kongmeng said, "Talking about love."
"..."
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