Ryuzaki Shin looked at the three brand new options before him, a playful curve gracing his lips.
He quickly calculated in his mind.
Option one, [Power of the Ghost God]?
It sounded quite domineering. Stacking attack speed 6 times meant a 60% attack speed bonus. With his current physique, he could probably just auto-attack people to death in a fight.
But... he glanced at the gamblers around him, who were completely hyped up, their eyes bloodshot, and then at the black-clad enforcers standing in the corners, their eyes cold, their waists bulging.
He didn't need this reward; he could easily beat these people even without it.
At this stage, raising his physical strength limit didn't hold much significance.
Violence, while the most direct means to solve problems, was not the only means.
Sometimes, brains were more effective than fists.
As for the second option, [Cash Power]?
Ryuzaki Shin almost burst out laughing.
Using banknotes as hidden weapons?
Was this supposed to be a joke?
Although it sounded cool, his pockets were currently emptier than his face. What would he use as hidden weapons?
Air?
Moreover, his goal today was to collect debts, to make money!
Not to squander it!
So... Ryuzaki Shin's gaze slowly fell on the last option.
[Gambling Mastery]!
This one was interesting.
While he had dabbled in some gambling, to be frank, it was just playing dice and pushing Pai Gow, relying purely on ruthlessness and luck.
He was completely ignorant of true gambling techniques.
But now... the System was directly giving him such an overpowered skill!
What did this mean?
It meant that he could not only use his fists to conquer those who defied him.
He could also use his mind, his skills, to toy with those self-important fools!
He could even, without shedding a drop of blood, take over the underground casinos of various organizations and turn them into his own ATMs!
If a conflict arose, it would be perfectly justified.
This was much more interesting than mere fighting and killing!
Thinking of this, a cold glint flashed in Ryuzaki Shin's eyes.
Without hesitation, he silently chanted in his mind.
"I choose three!"
[Ding! Selection successful! Reward obtained: Skill [Gambling Mastery]!]
In an instant!
Ryuzaki Shin felt as if a colossal encyclopedia had been forcibly crammed into his mind!
From the simplest dice rolling and listening for points, to the incredibly complex poker card memorization, shuffling, and cutting techniques... from the rules and probability calculations of various card games, to how to judge an opponent's psychology through the slightest expressions and movements... countless pieces of knowledge and techniques related to "gambling" surged into his brain like a bursting dam!
He even felt his temples throbbing, accompanied by a slight dizziness.
But soon, this dizziness receded like a tide.
It was replaced by an unprecedented clarity and confidence!
He felt that now, with just one glance at the cards, he could instantly calculate all possible combinations and probabilities!
Just by listening to the sound of the dice rolling, he could accurately determine the final outcome!
This feeling was even more exhilarating than possessing the [Hayashida Megumi Template]!
This is more like it!
He looked at the smoky, greedy, and lust-filled underground casino, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
In his eyes, what was this place but a casino?
This was clearly... a huge, inexhaustible ATM!
"Let's go."
Ryuzaki Shin patted the two stunned guys beside him, then walked straight towards a counter at the very back of the casino.
That was where chips were exchanged.
Behind the counter sat a woman who looked about twenty-five or twenty-six, wearing heavy makeup, a nose ring, and a ferocious black dragon tattooed on her arm.
She was chewing gum and listlessly filing her nails, exuding an aura of a tough girl who kept people at a distance.
Ryuzaki Shin walked up to the counter and lightly tapped the surface with his finger.
"Hey, chips."
The woman didn't even lift an eyelid, just grunted impatiently from her nose, then asked lazily, with an extremely contemptuous tone:
"How much?"
Sasaki Yu saw this and instinctively reached for his wallet in his backpack.
However, before he could act.
Ryuzaki Shin had already pressed his hand down, then grinned at the woman behind the counter, revealing two rows of stark white teeth.
"We don't have any money."
He paused, then added in an extremely provocative tone:
"We want to borrow some to play with."
"How much do you think... the three of us are worth?"
Upon hearing this, the woman finally put down her nail clippers.
She slowly raised her head, her heavily-lined eyes sweeping back and forth over Ryuzaki Shin and his two companions.
When her gaze fell on Serizawa's bruised and swollen face, a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes.
When her gaze fell on Sasaki Yu's fair and delicate face, a hint of playfulness flashed in her eyes.
Finally, when her gaze landed on Ryuzaki Shin's face, which held a charmingly wicked smile.
Her eyes instantly lit up!
She stood up, leaning her upper body slightly forward, completely exposing her magnificent chest, which was tightly encased in a vest and seemed ready to burst forth, to Ryuzaki Shin.
She extended her hand, painted with black nail polish, and lightly traced circles on Ryuzaki Shin's firm chest with her fingertips.
Then, she leaned close to Ryuzaki Shin's ear, her breath like orchids, and whispered in a tone full of ambiguity and provocation:
"Little brother, I didn't expect your physique... to be quite good~"
After speaking, she straightened up, took out three loan slips and an inkpad from a drawer, and threw them on the table.
"You, five hundred thousand." She pointed at Ryuzaki Shin.
Then, she pointed at Sasaki Yu next to him: "You, two hundred thousand."
Finally, with an extremely disgusted look, she glanced at Serizawa: "As for you... one hundred thousand, no more."
Serizawa instantly exploded upon hearing this!
"Huh?! Why?!" He slammed his hand on the table and roared, "Why does he get five hundred thousand, this pretty boy gets two hundred thousand, and I only get a hundred thousand?!"
"What about me is worse than them?!"
The woman was startled by his sudden roar, but then, she looked Serizawa up and down with an even more disgusted gaze.
Then, she curled her lips and said with an air of absolute certainty:
"Look at you, you're short, and you're covered in injuries, clearly malnourished. How much money are you worth?"
"That pretty boy, although he looks a bit weak, at least he's fair and delicate. Maybe someone will like that, and he could still sell for some money."
"As for you..."
She looked at Serizawa's bruised face and messy hair, and finally, concluded with an extremely sympathetic tone:
"No one would even want you if you sold your ass."
"Pfft--!"
"Hahahahaha!"
Ryuzaki Shin and Sasaki Yu, hearing this, could no longer hold back and burst out laughing.
Meanwhile, Serizawa felt as if his heart had been brutally stabbed.
His face alternated between green and pale, but eventually, under Ryuzaki Shin's look that clearly said, "Don't stop me from making money," he reluctantly pressed his handprint on the loan slip.
Ryuzaki Shin and Sasaki Yu also signed their names.
The woman collected the three loan slips, then pushed a pile of colorful chips towards Ryuzaki Shin.
She winked at Ryuzaki Shin, then lightly licked her red lips with the tip of her tongue, and asked again in that ambiguous tone:
"Handsome, are you free... tonight?"
Ryuzaki Shin looked at her flirtatious demeanor, a smirk playing on his lips. He also leaned close to her ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"I don't like... public buses."
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Today's three updates are done, and the plot is about to enter the fast lane. The auntie everyone is thinking of is also going to be hehe.
Starting tomorrow, there will be three updates. I will try my best...
The receptionist was Kurosaki Mina.
In her heavily-lined eyes, an undisguised desire flickered.
She was well aware of her advantages.
Her magnificent chest, barely contained by her tight vest, her red lips that always held a hint of nonchalance yet were full of provocation, and that deeply ingrained, flirtatious delinquent aura that emanated from her very bones.
These were all her invincible weapons.
In this underground casino run by Red Scorpion, she was not just a receptionist responsible for exchanging chips.
She was more like a beautiful snake lurking in the dark, using her tempting body and sweet voice to lure those gamblers, whose minds had long been clouded by greed, step by step into the abyss.
She enjoyed this feeling of playing with people's hearts, enjoyed watching those self-important men lose everything under her spell, ultimately becoming pathetic wretches with nothing.
She frequented various pleasure venues, manipulating men with ease; in her view, men were merely tools for amusement and exploitation.
So, when Ryuzaki Shin just said, "I don't like public transportation,"
Kurosaki Mina froze.
For the first time, cracks appeared on her face, which usually bore a seductive smile.
Immediately following, a hint of extreme ruthlessness and humiliation flashed in her eyes, which should have been charming!
Public transportation?
This brat, who didn't know his place, dared to call her public transportation?!
She suddenly straightened up, dropping her flirtatious demeanor, her gaze as cold as a viper's.
She said nothing more, merely waved casually at a man in the corner of the casino, who had been leaning against the wall, eyes closed in rest, seemingly indifferent to everything around him.
The man was dressed in a well-fitting black suit, with a slender build.
He looked refined, but his eyes, hidden in the shadows, revealed a chilling coldness like a venomous snake.
He was the casino's "Antō"—Kirishima Kaito.
The so-called "Antō" was a special existence in underground casinos.
During normal times, they blended in among the various gambling tables like ordinary guests, silent and inconspicuous.
But their true duty was to monitor the flow of funds throughout the casino.
Once they discovered a gambler whose luck was too good, or whose skill was too high, winning more money than the casino could afford.
They would appear silently opposite that gambler, like a ghost.
Then, with their uncanny gambling skills and a gambler's heart calmer than anyone else's, they would win back every cent the opponent had won.
They were the guardians of the casino and the nightmare of all gamblers.
They were the last, and most solid, line of defense for maintaining the casino's profit balance.
Kirishima Kaito heard the movement and slowly opened his eyes; he walked over to Kurosaki Mina, a playful smile on his face.
"Mina, is something wrong?"
Kurosaki Mina pointed to Ryuzaki Shin, who was nonchalantly looking around nearby, and said slowly in an extremely cold voice:
"Make him lose everything."
"Then, leave him to me."
Upon hearing this, Kirishima Kaito's smile became even more unrestrained.
He reached out and kneaded her without restraint.
"Hehehe… Mina, you're truly getting more and more flavorful."
He paused, then whispered in her ear in a suggestive tone:
"So… tonight, shouldn't you 'reward' me well too?"
A hint of undisguised disgust flashed in Kurosaki Mina's eyes.
She knew that guy, Kirishima Kaito.
Although he was a master gambler, in bed, he was a complete weakling, always leaving her feeling incredibly disappointed.
However, to achieve her goal, she still suppressed the nausea in her heart.
Then, with an overly sweet, cloying voice, she pouted:
"Oh, you're so annoying, Kaito-kun, as long as you handle things, I… I'll do whatever you want~"
"Hahahaha!"
Kirishima Kaito let out a burst of unrestrained laughter; he gave that expanse of white two more rough touches.
Only then did he turn around, satisfied, and walk towards Ryuzaki Shin and the other two… Ryuzaki Shin naturally noticed the commotion, but he didn't pay it any mind.
He just turned his head, looked at Serizawa, who was almost stunned by the atmosphere here, and pouted.
"Hey, Serizawa, don't act like a goddamn country bumpkin who's never seen the world."
Serizawa came back to his senses, looking at the gamblers shouting themselves hoarse at the tables, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
"Tch, a bunch of idiots."
Ryuzaki Shin then looked at Sasaki Yu, who was curiously looking around, smiled, and said:
"Xiao Yu, pick whatever you want to play, don't be shy with us."
Sasaki Yu heard this, a grateful smile appeared on his face, and he nodded heavily.
Ryuzaki Shin no longer paid attention to the two of them; he began to slowly patrol the casino.
His gaze swept over one gambling table after another, finally stopping at the busiest table, which also had the largest stakes.
Texas Hold'em.
Very good.
Ryuzaki Shin thought, this game is most suitable for him right now.
It's not like dice, which relies purely on luck.
Nor is it like Pai Gow, with complex rules and a slow pace.
Texas Hold'em is all about psychological warfare!
It's about a thrill!
It's about leveraging the greatest profit with the smallest cost!
He walked to that gambling table, pulled out an empty chair, and sat down with a confident swagger.
Four people were already seated at the table.
A fat man with a cigar in his mouth, a fleshy face, looking like a nouveau riche.
An office worker in a suit and tie, but constantly sweating on his forehead, looking incredibly nervous.
A young handsome guy in a Hawaiian shirt, with multi-colored dyed hair, looking like a host.
And an old man in a suit, who looked about sixty, but whose eyes were exceptionally sharp, and who remained expressionless throughout.
As soon as Ryuzaki Shin sat down, the dealer looked at him with a professional, emotionless gaze, and then said in an equally emotionless tone:
"Sir, please place your bet."
Ryuzaki Shin smiled; he casually tossed the five hundred thousand yen in chips onto the table, and then said in a lazy tone:
"Let's begin."
The dealer nodded and began to skillfully shuffle, cut, and deal the cards.
Soon, everyone had two hole cards in front of them.
Ryuzaki Shin glanced at his cards.
A pair of Kings.
Not bad cards.
He didn't speak, but merely covered the two cards and then, out of the corner of his eye, began to observe the reactions of the others at the table.
The skill of [Gambling Mastery] silently activated at this moment!
In his eyes, every tiny movement, every subtle expression of these people, seemed to be magnified countless times, becoming incredibly clear!
The nouveau riche Fat Man, the moment he saw his hole cards, his lips unconsciously curled upwards slightly. Although it was only for a few tenths of a second, Ryuzaki Shin precisely captured it.
It seemed his cards were good.
The nervous office worker subconsciously clenched his fists, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
His cards should also be decent, but this guy had too poor psychological fortitude and didn't dare to gamble.
The handsome host, on the other hand, looked indifferent, even winking at the dealer.
His cards were terrible.
As for the old man in the suit... Ryuzaki Shin's brow furrowed slightly.
This guy had been expressionless from beginning to end, his eyes as still as an ancient well, showing no emotion whatsoever.
He was a master.
Ryuzaki Shin had a plan in mind. He was the first to speak, directly throwing out fifty thousand chips.
"Fifty thousand."
The nouveau riche Fat Man laughed heartily and directly called.
The office worker hesitated for a moment, then also called.
The handsome host thought about it and still folded.
The old man in the suit, expressionless, also called.
The dealer began to deal the community cards.
The first three cards were a King, a Queen, and a 10.
Ryuzaki Shin's heart filled with joy when he saw the King.
Three Kings, this was already a guaranteed winning hand.
He no longer hesitated, directly pushing all the chips in front of him forward!
"All in!"
"Huh?!"
The nouveau riche Fat Man and the office worker were both stunned by his sudden move.
Was this guy crazy?!
All-in directly on the first round?!
The old man in the suit also looked up, his sharp eyes, for the first time, seriously scrutinized Ryuzaki Shin.
The nouveau riche Fat Man glanced at his hole cards, a pair of Queens, now two pairs.
He gritted his teeth and finally chose to call.
The office worker, after much hesitation, chose to fold with a pained expression.
The dealer began to deal the fourth card.
A Jack.
The fifth card.
An Ace.
Ryuzaki Shin revealed his hole cards, three Kings.
The nouveau riche Fat Man had two pairs.
Ryuzaki Shin won.
He swept the mountain of chips on the table all to his side.
Roughly estimating, he won nearly a million in this hand!
"Damn it!"
The nouveau riche Fat Man cursed angrily, slamming his cards onto the table.
Meanwhile, the perpetually expressionless old man in the suit had an imperceptible glint flash in his eyes.
This young man... was not simple.
The second round quickly began.
This time, Ryuzaki Shin's cards were terrible.
A 7 and a 2.
Worlds apart.
However, he was still the first to bet, and he directly threw out one hundred thousand chips!
He wanted to use this arrogant method to put pressure on the people at the table!
Sure enough, the office worker, seeing his large stake, instantly panicked and folded without even looking at his cards.
The nouveau riche Fat Man also hesitated a bit, but eventually called.
The old man in the suit, still expressionless, also called.
After the community cards were dealt, Ryuzaki Shin didn't even look and directly went all-in again!
"One million five hundred thousand!"
This time, even the old man in the suit frowned.
He looked at Ryuzaki Shin's face with its wicked smile, then at the cards in his own hand, and finally chose to fold.
The nouveau riche Fat Man, after much hesitation, gritted his teeth and also chose to fold!
When he saw Ryuzaki Shin reveal the 7 and 2, he was utterly dumbfounded.
"You... you f*cking bluffed me?!"
Ryuzaki Shin just smiled and said nothing, sweeping the chips on the table back to his side.
In the next few rounds, Ryuzaki Shin had wins and losses, but overall, he won more.
His chips had grown from the initial five hundred thousand to the current five million!
At the table, the handsome host in the floral shirt had already lost all his money and was preparing for one last desperate gamble!
He pushed out the last of his chips!
"All in!"
A final glimmer of hope flickered in his eyes!
However, reality was cruel.
When Ryuzaki Shin revealed his straight flush, the hope on his face instantly turned to deathly gray despair.
He slumped in his chair, muttering:
"It's over... it's all over..."
Just then, two burly men in black suits walked over expressionlessly, grabbing him from his chair, one on each side.
"No! I can still win! Lend me some more money!"
The handsome host struggled frantically, but all he got was rougher treatment.
He was dragged by the two strong men, like a dead dog, towards the mysterious dark door.
His wails were so insignificant in the noisy casino.
Soon, they vanished.
Ryuzaki Shin watched this scene, his face devoid of any expression.
He knew that this man would either be sold to some remote mine to be a laborer for life.
Or, he would have his kidneys removed and be thrown into Tokyo Bay to feed the fish.
This was the rule of the underworld.
Cruel, yet real.
Just as he was about to get up and move to another table, a slender man in a black suit with unusually cold eyes, carrying a stack of chips worth a million, slowly sat down in the empty seat of the host.
It was Antō of the casino—Kirishima Kaito.
He looked at Ryuzaki Shin, a cold, snake-like smile appearing on his face.
He pushed the stack of chips to the center of the table, then slowly said in a provocative tone:
"Kid, you've got good luck."
"Interested in... playing a few big hands with me?"
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One more update to come, will post later...
Inside the most luxurious private room of the underground casino.
The air was thick with the mixed scent of cigars and expensive perfume, yet it couldn't mask the nauseating, murky smell of greed and desire.
Inokari was shirtless, his fearsome Azure Dragon tattoo looking somewhat comical on his fleshy, hill-like undulating body.
Inokari
He was speaking on the phone, his expression grim.
"Kunō, your men didn't take down Ryuzaki Shin."
His voice was cold and hoarse.
"You failed to do what I asked. Isn't it time we settled this score?"
"Also, the five million operational expenses we agreed upon, isn't it time to hand that over?"
"And the three million you borrowed from me... it seems it's almost due, isn't it?"
From the phone receiver, a cacophony of decadent background noise could be heard, followed by Kunō Hideomi's slightly tipsy, languid voice.
"Oh, Inokari, don't be so angry."
"Back then, I never promised you that I could definitely get things done for you. I merely said I'd send people to test the waters."
Inokari's face instantly grew even darker, and he felt his temples throbbing.
Just as he was about to lose his temper, at that moment...
"Knock, knock, knock."
The office door was lightly knocked.
Inokari covered the phone receiver and then said in a deep voice:
"Come in."
The door opened, and the casino's "Antō"—Kirishima Kaito—walked in cautiously, his head bowed.
The arrogance and smugness he had displayed earlier were gone, replaced by an unconcealable panic and embarrassment.
"Boss..."
His voice was somewhat weak.
Inokari didn't flare up, but merely glanced at him coldly with his small, beady eyes, then continued speaking into the phone: "Kunō, I have something to attend to. Wait for me a moment."
With that, he placed the phone on the table but didn't hang up.
He looked at Kirishima, his tone flat, yet imbued with a chilling coldness that made one's heart tremble.
"Speak. What is it?"
Kirishima Kaito shivered under his gaze. He instinctively swallowed, then, in an almost pleading tone, said meekly:
"Boss... that... could... could you give me five hundred thousand first? There's a kid who won against me in the casino..."
Huh?!
Inokari's eyes instantly widened!
He looked at Kirishima Kaito, who was bowing his head and barely daring to breathe, and couldn't believe his ears!
Damn it!
This Kirishima was his star "Antō," poached from another casino!
In this casino, he was like a god!
He had always been the one to clean out others. When had it ever been his turn to be cleaned out by someone else?!
Although Inokari was puzzled, he knew that the position of Antō was very special.
They couldn't exchange chips directly at the front desk like regular customers, as this involved the casino's internal accounts and cash flow, which could easily be exploited.
Therefore, generally, if they needed extra funds, they would apply directly to Inokari himself.
Seeing Inokari's unpredictable expression, Kirishima Kaito knew he had indeed handled things poorly today. He quickly began to explain:
"Boss, don't worry, I'll definitely win it back! It's just... I was careless today, got blindsided by a little bird, didn't see clearly for a moment..."
Inokari looked at him deeply, saying nothing more.
He walked to a corner of the office, pulled open a drawer from an inconspicuous safe, and then casually threw out a thick wad of yen, exactly five hundred thousand.
Kirishima Kaito felt as if he had received a great pardon. He scrambled to pick up the money, then bowed and scraped to Inokari as he backed out of the room.
Inokari watched his pathetic retreating figure, then picked up the phone again and said coldly into the receiver:
"Kunō, what did you mean just now?"
"So, you're not planning to return my money?"
On the other end of the line, Kunō Hideomi's voice became even more languid.
"Oh, Inokari, don't be so angry, it's bad for your health."
"You see, I'm a bit tight on cash lately, and you know I'm opening a new 'fuzoku-ten' (pleasure establishment), so I need money everywhere."
"How about... you lend me another five million, and I'll consider it, what do you say?"
"Damn it!"
Inokari couldn't hold back any longer. He slammed his hand on the table, making the ashtray jump!
The veins on his fleshy face bulged like coiled earthworms!
"Kunō Hideomi! Don't you dare be so ungrateful!"
He gritted his teeth, squeezing out a few words:
"It seems you really don't intend to return this money?"
"I'm telling you, if you dare to mess with me, I'll just have to... go get the money myself!"
Just as he was seething with rage, ready to completely sever ties with Kunō...
"Bang!"
The office door was once again pushed open from the outside!
It was that Kirishima Kaito again!
This time, he didn't even dare to raise his head, but simply fell to his knees with a thud, his voice tearful:
"Boss! Give... give me another five hundred thousand! I can definitely win it back! This time, I definitely can!"
Inokari looked at Kirishima, who was kneeling on the ground, snot and tears streaming down his face. The fury in his chest was almost uncontrollable.
But he was still busy arguing with Kunō and had no time to deal with this good-for-nothing. He simply threw another wad of money from the safe.
"Get out!"
"Thank you, Boss! Thank you, Boss!"
Kirishima Kaito picked up the money as if it were a treasure, then bowed and scraped again as he left.
Inokari took a deep breath, suppressing the murderous intent in his heart, and continued speaking into the phone:
"Kunō, I'm giving you one last chance. If you don't return this money, I'll have to 'visit' you personally."
However, before he could finish his threats...
On the other end of the phone, several women's sweet, seductive voices suddenly came through.
"Oh, Lord Kunō, don't make calls anymore."
"Exactly, come and drink with us~"
"Let us 'love, love' you properly~"
This was followed by Kunō Hideomi's triumphant and mocking laughter.
"Oh, little Inokari, you see, I'm busy here, no time to babble with you."
"Talk to you next time."
"Beep—beep—beep—"
The call was ruthlessly disconnected.
Listening to the busy signal from the receiver, Inokari felt his head go "buzz," as if something had completely exploded inside!
His already murky eyes instantly turned bloodshot!
He clutched the phone in his hand tightly!
"Crack—!"
A crisp snap!
That expensive new phone was actually crushed into fragments by his bare hands!
Plastic shards deeply pierced his palm, and blood dripped from between his fingers, one drop after another, onto the expensive carpet.
But Inokari seemed to feel no pain whatsoever.
He just stared intently at his hand, his bloodshot eyes filled with endless rage and murderous intent!
Just as he was about to completely lose control!
"Bang!"
The office door was once again violently pushed open from the outside!
It was that damned Kirishima Kaito again!
This time, he didn't even raise his head, but just stared at him with bloodshot eyes.
Kirishima Kaito felt a chill run down his spine from that gaze, but he still forced himself to speak, stammering:
"Bo-Boss... give... give me another five hundred thousand... I... I can definitely win it back! This time... this time I definitely can!"
Inokari didn't speak.
He just slowly rose from the boss's chair.
Kirishima Kaito looked at him, just about to say something.
Then he saw a very "kind" smile suddenly appear on Inokari's fleshy face.
Then, he slowly raised his right hand and picked up the ashtray.
The next moment!
"Bang—!!!"
A dull, extremely loud thud!
The heavy crystal ashtray, whistling through the air, slammed violently into Kirishima Kaito's temple!
Kirishima Kaito's eyes instantly widened!
He didn't even have time to let out a scream before he fell straight backward!
Blood gushed from his temple like a fountain, instantly staining half his face red!
"Baka! Baka! Baka! Baka!"
Inokari finally completely erupted!
He was like a completely mad beast, straddling Kirishima Kaito, raising the ashtray in his hand high, once! And again!
He slammed it down hard on his head!
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Dull, bone-crushing sounds continuously echoed in the silent office!
Kirishima Kaito's head quickly became a bloody mess, completely unrecognizable as human.
But Inokari still didn't stop!
He was like a tireless, cold killing machine, mechanically repeating the swinging motion!
It wasn't until he felt his arm aching that he finally stopped.
He looked at the lifeless "corpse" beneath him, at the blood and brains splattered everywhere.
He felt that the towering rage in his chest had finally somewhat dissipated.
He stood up, casually threw the ashtray from his hand, and then, facing the door, shouted in an extremely cold voice:
"Someone!"
The two black-suited thugs outside the door, hearing the commotion, rushed in.
When they saw the scene in the office, like a slaughterhouse, and Kirishima Kaito covered in blood, they were terrified, their faces pale, not daring to breathe.
"Get rid of this good-for-nothing for me."
Inokari pointed at the corpse on the ground and said coldly.
"What kind of Antō? Can't even handle a little kid. Keeping him... is just a waste."
He paused again, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.
"Also, clear out the floor for me!"
"Make that reckless kid stay!"
"I want to see who the hell is so disrespectful, daring to... win money in my place!"
— — — — — — — — — — — — — —
Alright, let me answer a few questions.
Question one: How many words will it be? Answer: Starting at five hundred thousand.
Question two: Is there a Hot Street? Answer: Yes, but whether it's Crows Zero or High & Low, the focus is mainly on what has already been adapted into film and TV. Readers who haven't seen them don't need to; I will use illustrations, plot, character dialogue, and so on, so that everyone can read without any burden.
Question three: When will the wife appear? Answer: Soon. Everyone should be able to tell that I am carefully portraying the characters, and the emotional line will have a complete system.
Question four: Is there a certain female lead? Answer: You can ask here. I will tell you if there is. The good-looking ones will definitely be taken in.
Question five: The combat power is too overpowered. Answer: When you're out in the world, what good is being able to fight? You have to consider background (Wu Yanzu's picture can be put up now).
Question six: Is the author still feeling weak? Answer: Alas, it's all tears.
The entire casino was already in a state of disarray.
Most of the gamblers had lost every last penny they had, and one by one, like defeated roosters, they dejectedly left the place where their dreams had been shattered.
In front of Ryuzaki Shin, the mountain of chips was almost taller than he was.
Sasaki Yu watched from the side.
He looked at the colorful pile of chips, couldn't help but swallow, and asked in a low voice:
"Shin... Shin-nii... how... how much is this?"
Ryuzaki Shin glanced at the pile of chips, then, in a very nonchalant tone, lazily replied:
"Not much, not much, just... about thirty million."
"Thir... thirty million?!"
Sasaki Yu felt his heart was about to leap out of his throat!
In all his life, this was the first time he had seen so much money!
Although his family's combined assets were far more than that amount.
But that was his family's, not his!
After all, he was still young and hadn't reached the point of inheriting the family business.
And now, this thirty million was won by Shin-nii, fair and square, with his own ability, from this man-eating casino!
However, he didn't lose his composure, merely slightly surprised at how quickly the money had come.
Ryuzaki Shin smiled, then turned his gaze to Serizawa, who had not joined the table from beginning to end.
"Hey, Serizawa, how was it, did you win or lose?"
Serizawa's mouth twitched involuntarily.
He held it in for a long time before squeezing out two words through his teeth:
"Didn't play."
Ryuzaki Shin was startled, then immediately understood.
This guy was terrified of being poor!
He didn't even have the guts to sit at the table!
He had originally wanted to mock him a few times, but seeing Serizawa's flushed face, he ultimately swallowed his words.
Forget it, he's one of us, better save him some face.
On the other side, Kurosaki Mina at the front desk looked at the empty gambling tables in the casino and Ryuzaki Shin, who was leisurely counting his chips, a cold glint flashing in her heavily-lined eyes.
She knew that this reckless boy was finished.
If you win a few million and quit while you're ahead, the casino wouldn't do anything to you, after all, it's a business, they can't just deal with you if you win money, who would dare to come here to play then?
But, you damn well swept the casino, winning all the gamblers' pants off, that's a blatant challenge!
Kurosaki Mina knew that today, not one of these three people would leave this establishment intact!
Sure enough!
The next moment!
The secret door in the casino leading upstairs was suddenly kicked open from the inside!
Immediately after, a henchman in a tokkō-fuku walked out with a ferocious expression, yelling at the top of his lungs:
"Clear the room! Everyone get the hell out!"
As soon as he finished speaking!
More than thirty burly men instantly swarmed out from various corners of the casino!
They held all sorts of weapons: iron rods, steel pipes, baseball bats... everything imaginable!
They surrounded the entire casino, blocking every exit, their eyes coldly fixed on Ryuzaki Shin and his two companions in the center of the room.
Then, a heavy thud of footsteps came from the stairs.
Inokari's corpulent figure appeared in everyone's sight.
He had just been in his office, first infuriated by that old fox Kunō Hideomi, then driven to an emotional breakdown by that good-for-nothing Kirishima Kaito, his chest already filled with pent-up rage to the brim!
Now, he just wanted to find some unfortunate soul to vent his anger on properly!
As he walked down the stairs, he coldly scanned the entire room with his small, beady eyes, roaring in a voice filled with brutality and murderous intent:
"Who is it?! Which blind dog dares to cause trouble in my Inokari's establishment?!"
His gaze, like a beast patrolling its territory, was full of oppressive force.
Then, his sight slowly fell upon the young man who was sitting indifferently at the gambling table, even leisurely lighting a cigarette for himself.
Hmm?
Inokari's brow instantly furrowed into a knot.
He felt that this guy in front of him... how the hell did he look a little familiar?
He squinted his eyes and carefully distinguished him.
The next second!
The towering rage on his face instantly transformed into an indescribable, twisted expression mixed with shock, ecstasy, and cruelty!
"It's you?!"
Inokari's voice even became somewhat sharp due to excessive excitement!
He extended his fat finger, pointing at Ryuzaki Shin, a extremely ferocious smile appearing on his face.
"Hahahaha! It truly is searching high and low for something only to find it effortlessly!"
"Kid, didn't expect it, did you? We meet again!"
Inokari's heart was blooming with joy at this moment!
Isn't this the transfer student that the boss specifically ordered to capture?!
As long as he captured him, he would be able to participate in the smuggling business! He would rise to prominence in one fell swoop!
This was simply a pie falling from the sky!
Inokari already had a belly full of anger with nowhere to vent, and now, the target had delivered himself to his doorstep!
His mind was already envisioning a hundred ways to torture Ryuzaki Shin, to make him understand what true living hell was like!
However, just as he was about to give the order for his subordinates to act.
Ryuzaki Shin spoke first.
He didn't even glance at Inokari, merely leisurely tidied the chips in his hand, then said in a very nonchalant tone:
"Inokari, I remember, you seem to... still owe me a hundred million, right?"
Inokari was startled when he heard this, then burst into laughter, laughing so hard he was doubled over, tears almost coming out.
"Pay it back? Of course, I'll pay it back!"
He looked at Ryuzaki Shin as if he were looking at a dead man, a cruel arc forming at the corner of his mouth.
"In this district, who doesn't know that I, Inokari, am the most trustworthy?"
"However..." He changed his tone, his voice becoming incredibly sinister, "As guests who have come a long way, before paying back the money, we, the Red Scorpion, of course, must... properly entertain you."
After saying that, he suddenly waved his hand!
"Go! Cripple him for me!"
The more than thirty burly men, hearing their boss's command, roared and rushed towards Ryuzaki Shin and his two companions like hungry wolves!