Chapter 114: Ruthless and Man of Few Words!

This bad kid, the first time he saw me, dared to confront me head-on, not yielding an inch in speech, and even wanted to mock me a few sentences—he's got real character.

He not only has character, guts, mettle, and thick skin—these qualities are substantial, not just superficial bluster; they come from deep inner confidence, and I don't know where he gets this assurance.

His confidence is abundant; it's as if, sharing a room with him, he fears no one, and a hint of contempt flickers in his eyes.

He Xin looked at his daughter and asked, "Have you ever seen a young man like this?"

He Yi tilted her head, thought, then shook her head and said, "Nope! They're all just for show, lacking the inner confidence that Xingege has."

Besides, he's self-made, just like Dad!

After saying that, she gave He Xin a pleasing smile.

She then added, "No matter his background, this ability is undeniable; to jump out of that big dye vat of the jianghu is truly not easy."

"You agree, right, Dad?"

He Xin glared at He Yi in annoyance and said, "This is what your sister told you, right? You could even think of these things? I don't believe it!"

He Yi instantly lowered her little head, feeling so embarrassed! She'd been seen through!

She immediately lifted her head again, a bit sulky, and said, "So what? My sister told me, but at least I remembered it!"

He Xin helplessly shook his head and got down to business: "Since you like hanging out with him, go find him to play—but remember, don't overstep; at least not now, he's not qualified yet. Do you understand?"

He Yi was completely confused by those words!

???

Let me go find Xingege to play? You're saying this so obviously, Dad—what the heck is this?!

He Yi didn't dare think further, hurriedly slipped back to her room to sleep—well, pretending to sleep still counts as sleeping.

At this moment she was still thinking, "Dad, you're really old and muddle-headed!"

It's Xingege's eyes that are fixed on the older sister—what does that have to do with me?

But her heart still beats a little faster.

……

These past few days on Ao Island, all sorts of shady characters have poured in, each with different motives, but they share one thing: they all want to profit.

Li Xin has been holding down the gambling hall these past two days, but Ah Xing still can't handle a big scene.

The gambling hall saw many people from all walks of life, the most numerous being the groups from Gangdao and Wanwan.

Li Xin gives them face; for anyone with some status, he has the waitstaff bring drinks and fruit platters, and if a Big Brother shows up, he goes over to toast them, thanking the Big Brothers for giving him face.

They're all here to give him money, so he must be enthusiastic; otherwise it's not proper hospitality, especially since they're big spenders who can boost his income.

These are all his close brothers!

When they leave after losing money here, they still say outside, "Thus line: Prosperity Xingege is a meticulous person; he gives face to his jianghu friends in his dealings."

He not only sends liquor, but also fruit platters! When he's not busy, he even comes over to toast.

What a stand-up guy!

As long as they're happy losing, that's fine.

There are also clueless ones who, thinking they have some backing, dare to cause trouble at his venue.

Li Xin stepped out of the office and saw this scene.

Ah Xing gave that guy an apologetic smile, but even after repeatedly apologizing, the guy still wouldn't let up.

He kept spitting vulgarities: "Damn, I came here to have fun and give you face—fuck, what's wrong with playing with a chick here? I'm just asking, what's the problem?"

"It's just fooling around with a chick, same as sleeping with your mom—you know you're wrong now? Too late!"

Then he waved his hand and shouted at his lackeys behind him: "Smash it! Fuck, give them face or don't!"

The people in the gambling hall panicked and ran out; the scene descended into chaos.

Chen Yaoxing and his crew tried to fight back, but it was useless—the other side had dozens of men, and in no time they, a dozen or so, were covering their heads and submitting.

The gambling hall's service staff and dealers don't get involved—they're just punching the clock, and the dealers are skilled technicians who can't be expected to brawl like thugs; that'd be a waste of talent.

Li Xin was about to burst a lung from anger!

Damn!

Someone dares to cause trouble at his venue?

He roared at the nearby Jianguo: "Shut the door, let one escape, and I'll dock your bonus."

He took off his watch, stripped off his shirt—"If the tiger doesn't show its might, do you take me for a sick cat?"

His steps grew faster, until he broke into a run; wherever his silhouette passed, no one could stay on their feet—he laid into them heavily.

Five minutes later, dozens lay on the ground unable to get up; Li Xin dragged a chair over to the ringleader.

He set the chair down, sat, his face grim, his eyes flashing with menace.

He asked, "How will you compensate me for my losses? Today's loss fee, I'll give you a 20% discount—sincerely twenty million, cash or check?"

"I warn you, don't mess around—I'm from the Wanwan Three United Gang; if you move against me, you're going against the Three United Gang."

This guy, face full of fear, still spouting threats, trying to scare him with the Three United Gang.

A dead duck, yet his mouth's still hard!

Li Xin even laughed in anger and said, "Then it's simple—I won't demand that fifty million compensation from you; I'll go after the Three United Gang instead."

The guy struggled to get up, but Xiaofu kicked him.

He flopped back down!

He still shouted, "Just now it was twenty million, now it's fifty million—you…"

Before he could finish, Li Xin got up and kicked him unconscious—what a nuisance!

As long as there's something of word‑size behind him, this compensation can be found from someone.

No one dares to owe him money and not pay back. Gangdao won't do it, and Wanwan definitely won't!

When a person dies, even selling his spare parts requires first repaying his money before he can be buried.

The Sanlian Gang members arrived quickly; the leader was a thin, tall, bespectacled old coot.

Li Xin did not get up; he pointed with his hand at the chair opposite him, indicating that he should sit down and talk.

The visitor opened his mouth to introduce himself: "I am Jin Bo of the Sanlian Gang; this misunderstanding can be cleared up if we talk it out—there's no need to make it like this. What do you say, Marshal Li?"

From the time they rushed over, it could be seen that this old coot was the mastermind behind this incident, so there's no need to guess their purpose.

Gambling hall!

Li Xin stared at this old coot and cursed: "Damn it! Who do you think you are? Dare to talk to me like this? You apologize without even the most important 'ritual,' and still want to talk? Fuck your mother!"

"Get lost and go tell Lei Gong: if you want to talk, let him come himself; let me also see how awesome your Sanlian Gang is, daring to scheme against me."

"If I don't see him within three days, your Sanlian Gang's gambling hall on Ao Island won't be saved even by Jesus—that's what I say!"

Having said that, Li Xin got up and left, giving him no chance to retort.

The lackey behind Jin Bo was about to draw his gun when his palm was already hit; he covered his palm, at a loss, and before he could even react, he was shot!

Bang!

A gunshot blasted loudly in everyone's ears.

Jianjun coldly eyed them, took back his 1911 pistol from his hand, and slipped it into his waist holster.

"If you don't want to die, don't move."

Jianjun's voice was cold, and the meaning conveyed by his words was even colder.

He's ruthless and speaks little.