Chapter 81 Huo Zhan: Blood Must Be Drawn Today
Seeing that Master Song was being so polite to Su Muci, Uncle Jin broke out in a cold sweat: "Master Song! This woman is just a radio singer, why are you being so polite..."
"Smack!"
A loud slap landed hard on Uncle Jin's face.
"Jin Suchang! I think you're tired of living! How dare you disrespect this lady! Do you want to shut down your casino?!"
Master Song's voice was icy and chilling.
Uncle Jin was stunned by the beating.
Zhou Wangyuan and Zhou Mengying, who were standing next to them, were also completely blank-minded.
How could Master Song, who was practically a local tyrant in Jiangcheng's casino world, be so respectful to Su Muchi?
Although a hint of surprise flashed through Su Muci's mind, she was preoccupied with getting back all of her mother's ashes and didn't think much of it.
She then spoke up: "Mr. Song, casinos should honor their bets, but this casino refuses to admit defeat."
Master Song glanced dangerously at Uncle Jin: "Is that so?"
Uncle Jin was terrified and suddenly turned to Zhou Wangyuan, shouting, "Zhou Wangyuan! You've already lost the bet, so hurry up and give her the ashes!"
"Old Jin, this..."
"Shut up! If you dare utter another word, don't blame me for disregarding our past relationship!"
"..."
Zhou Wangyuan realized the seriousness of the situation and scolded Zhou Mengying in a low voice: "Give her the ashes first!"
Zhou Mengying was filled with resentment.
Why? Why is even Master Song helping Su Muci?
That bitch!
She was unwilling to accept her defeat!
Zhou Mengying bit her lip and said, "I lost just now, I'll give you my ashes! But sister, this urn only contains two-thirds of your mother's ashes, the other third is at my house. Don't you want to bet two more rounds?"
Clearly, Zhou Mengying was still eyeing the remaining three billion yuan in cash in her hand.
Zhou Mengying firmly believed that she could win the money in the next round. Even if she lost, at most she would only lose these useless ashes, which was a risk-free and highly profitable gamble for her.
Su Muchi's eyes flickered slightly.
Just as Huo Zhan had said, they had prepared a backup plan before they came.
She intended to completely cut off all of Zhou Mengying's chips, "Fine, I'll bet with you, please have Master Song witness it."
Master Song: "With pleasure."
Soon, the Zhou family retrieved the last third of the ashes from the villa.
This was followed by two betting games.
Zhou Mengying suffered consecutive losses! Her face turned ashen.
"No...it's impossible! I can't keep losing, you're cheating! You must be cheating!"
Faced with Zhou Mengying's accusations, Su Muci neither explained nor defended herself.
Because of her, she cheated.
To Zhou Mengying's dismay, the bodyguard suddenly panicked and said, "Miss, all the ashes have been weighed, but it's not enough to cover the bet. We're still short 100 grams!"
Upon hearing this, Master Song coldly replied, "According to the rules of the underworld, a bet is a bet, and your Zhou family must produce a corresponding weight of ashes."
Must the ashes be retrieved?
But all the ashes were given to Su Muci, so where will they get replacement ashes?
Zhou Wangyuan's voice trembled: "Master Song, all the ashes are here! I swear!"
Zhou Mengying added confidently, "Yes, Su Muci, your mother's ashes are all here, they're really gone!"
Su Muci could tell that the two people's expressions were genuinely panicked.
She believed they no longer had her mother's ashes.
So, what should we do?
Mr. Song suddenly chuckled, “Husband and wife are one body, Mr. Zhou. If your deceased wife’s ashes are not enough, you can use your own ashes to make up for it.”
"What?!"
Zhou Wangyuan and Zhou Mengying both cried out in surprise.
He's still alive, so where did his ashes come from?!
"I agree with Mr. Song's proposal."
Su Muci spoke calmly, instantly angering Zhou Wangyuan.
"You unfilial daughter! What are you saying! I am your father!"
"My dad?"
Su Muci seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, "When I was locked in the basement for five whole years, never seeing the light of day, how come you didn't remember that you were my father?"
"Zhou Mengying has pushed me to the brink time and time again. How come you don't remember that you're my father?"
"You two, father and daughter, are using my birth mother's ashes as a wager here, humiliating me to the extreme. When you do this, why don't you remember... that you are my father?"
Zhou Wangyuan was speechless after hearing her words.
Seeing the coldness on Su Muci's face, Zhou Wangyuan's breathing trembled, and he immediately turned to Uncle Jin for help, "Old Jin! Old Jin, please say something for me!"
Uncle Jin was in dire straits himself: "There are no fathers and sons at the gambling table. Once a bet has been placed, it must be honored! With Master Song present, no one can break the rules!"
Master Song had long lost his patience. He stood up, exuding an oppressive aura.
“I’m here today only to witness fairness. Your Zhou family’s stake was ashes, and now that you’ve lost, you can’t produce ashes of equal value. It’s only fair that you use your own ashes to settle the bet.”
After saying that, he turned to Su Muci and his tone became respectful again: "Madam, the scene that follows will not be pleasant. You may leave first. I assure you that I will deliver the ashes to you within 24 hours."
Su Muchi hugged the urn containing the ashes tightly, expressing her heartfelt gratitude to Master Song for his help: "Thank you, Master Song."
After she finished speaking, she turned and walked outside.
"Su Muci! Stop right there! Cici! Cici, you can't leave, you're my daughter! You can't watch these people treat your father like this!"
Ignoring Zhou Wangyuan's hysterical screams echoing through the casino behind her, Su Muci didn't stop for a moment. She looked down at the urn in her arms and gently comforted her: "Mom, something is making noise... We won't listen, we're going home."
Her figure gradually faded into the distance.
The moment the casino doors closed, the last trace of warmth vanished from Master Song's face.
He turned to Zhou Wangyuan, whose face was deathly pale: "Mr. Zhou, we're short 100 grams of ashes. Will you use your hands or your legs?"
Zhou Wangyuan gasped, not daring to utter a sound.
Zhou Mengying seemed to have thought of something and raised her voice, "Mr. Song, you can't treat my father like this! You are the fiancée that Huo Zhan, the business tycoon of Kyoto, specifically chose to marry! Aren't you afraid that Huo Zhan will come after you if you offend him?!"
Mr. Song frowned: "Oh? Mr. Huo's fiancée? Are you sure?"
Zhou Mengying sensed the softening in Song Ye's tone and clung to him like a lifeline: "Of course I'm sure. If you don't believe me, go call Huo Zhan right now. He'll definitely lend a hand when he hears my name!"
Master Song narrowed his eyes.
Before he arrived, Huo Zhan had already called him.
As far as he knew, Mr. Huo did not have a fiancée surnamed Zhou, but only a wife surnamed Su, and he had just witnessed the real Mrs. Huo.
In addition, Hozan gave him an order: "There must be bloodshed today, but not in front of my wife."
Mr. Song's smile faded: "Miss Zhou, there's no need for that!"
"Let's do it!"
At a command, Zhou Wangyuan and Zhou Mengying were struck on the back of the neck and fell to the ground before they could even utter a scream.
...
Su Muci carried the heavy urn of ashes back to the Yunjing Mansion villa.
The moment she stepped into the living room, she paused.
Two bodyguards, one on each side, were standing in the living room, holding up a wide sheet of Xuan paper.
Before the Xuan paper, Huo Zhan wore only a white shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his forearms, holding a wolf-hair brush, his brushstrokes as fluid as dragons and snakes.
Su Muchi held her breath, quietly watching the sixteen powerful characters that flowed from his brush: "[Purify your heart and guard your will, and you may attain the ultimate truth; it is like polishing a mirror—once the grime is gone, its brightness remains.]"
The final stroke, powerful and penetrating, seems to penetrate the paper.
It has the style of a great calligrapher!
For some reason, looking at this powerful calligraphy, Su Muchi felt a sense of peace.
Even the scent of ink in the air was magical, making her unable to resist falling in love.
Huo Zhan turned his head and saw Su Muci at the door. He put down his brush, wiped his fingers clean with a wet wipe, carefully straightened the buttons and cuffs, and walked up to her.
The man's expression remained calm and composed, as if he had already taken control of the situation. He neither asked her if things went smoothly nor inquired about any details of what had happened at the casino.
He first bowed deeply to the urn of ashes in her arms.
Then, she gently smiled and said, "Congratulations, Mrs. Huo, on another triumphant return."
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