Chapter 110: What Does He Use to Win?!

The atmosphere, the moment Su Ming's words fell, sank to the ice point.

Dead?!

That light, floating word, like a poison sting, precisely pierced the casino's all false revelry.

The seven figures beside the card table, including the leaping, wildly insane Xiaochou.

All froze at this moment.

The masks on their faces blocked their expressions.

But their suddenly tensed bodies revealed inner unrest!

This man...

Not only did he not panic at falling into a trap.

He even voluntarily wanted to push the wager to the bloodiest level?!

And he actually enjoyed it?!

Madman!

This is a thorough, rule‑breaking madman!

"Heh!"

Su Ming chuckled lightly, taking in these guys' reactions.

What big‑tailed wolves are they pretending to be?

The first mind game before this round of cards began.

He, a complete victory!

"Ha ha… ha ha ha!"

Xiaochou's exaggerated laugh broke the silence, slapping his own thigh hard.

"Mr. Jing, you really know how to joke!"

"We are civilized people, playing a refined intellectual game; how could it so often lead to death?"

Xiaochou spread his hands; the white gloves stood out under the grim light, his tone turning light again.

"The so‑called elimination naturally means losing a Chip!"

He pointed to the empty area on the table.

"Before each round begins, every player must wager the corresponding Chip."

"Once the game starts, at least three rounds must be played."

"After three rounds, whether to continue or leave is entirely voluntary!"

Xiaochou's gaze roamed over Su Ming's face.

Beneath that painted smile lay a snake‑like scrutiny.

Su Ming's expression remained calm, merely nodding slightly.

But in his mind, he had already dissected the core of this gamble crystal clear!

Casino.

Winning Chips is only its most superficial façade, a part of the profit!

But the casino's truly formidable point...

Is creating an inescapable interrogation room, a rack that can pry open all secrets!

Seeming absolute fairness, in fact already fully controlled.

Seven against his one!

And they had damn well rehearsed it long ago!

Each spin of the wheel, with a seven‑eighths chance, the questions come from them.

And the target of the questions... needs no explanation.

As long as the base of the pointer lights up Zhen!

They can, question by question, slice away the priceless intel and secrets in his mind, piece by piece.

And he...

Either reveal the secret!

Or lose the precious Chip!

This is a move... a bloodless Yang scheme!

What does he win with?!

"Then... let's play."

Su Ming propped his elbow on the icy table, posture lazy.

"For the first round's Chip, each gets one Epic‑level item, how about that?"

His gaze swept the room, a unabashed sneer curling his mouth.

"You all... don't have any, do you?"

"Alright, alright! Fantastic!"

Xiaochou clapped wildly again, the sharp sound echoing.

"To entertain you, esteemed guest, we naturally prepared enough sincerity!"

"Rest assured, we guarantee you'll have a blast!"

"Then... the game officially begins!"

The words fell.

A virtual betting zone appeared on the card table before everyone.

A Purple Chip representing Epic quality silently coalesces.

If eliminated, the corresponding item you possess will be deducted directly!

In the next moment, at the center of the table, the roulette made of white bones begins to spin wildly.

All gazes beneath the masks stare fixedly at the ghastly white pointer.

Creak—!

Finally, the roulette slowly comes to a halt.

The pointer points straight at the Clown.

At the same time, the base of the roulette flashes a blood‑red beam.

True!

"Whoa! Looks like luck in the first round is on my side!"

The Clown dramatically spreads his arms, sighing with utter intoxication.

He rises and paces around the table.

"To express our highest respect, and to set an example for you, Mr. Jing..."

The Clown's steps halt, and the oil‑painted smiling face turns to his left.

The man wearing the Smile Mask.

His voice suddenly turns cold and cutting.

"May I ask..."

"Who was the first person you killed?"

The man beneath the Smile Mask shows no hesitation, speaking lightly.

"My mother!"

A dead silence falls over the gambling table.

A few seconds later.

The roulette shows no response.

Safe passage!

"Very good, a perfect demonstration!"

The Clown claps his hands.

"Then, next..."

"The roulette continues!"

Buzz—!

The White Bone Roulette spins wildly again, and everyone watches without blinking.

Creak—!

Finally, the ghastly white pointer steadily stops in front of the woman wearing the Crying Mask.

At the same time, the roulette base flashes a crimson light again!

It's still True!

"It's my turn now."

The voice beneath the Crying Mask is soft, bone‑deep, with a hint of playfulness.

She slowly shifts her gaze onto Su Ming.

Here it comes.

When the scheme reaches its end, the dagger appears!

"Listen to the question, Mr. Jing!"

The woman leans forward slightly, as if she wants to see through Su Ming with the eyes behind her mask!

"What is your strongest hidden card?"

In an instant, murderous intent is fully exposed!

This is a lethal question!

Given the premise that one must tell the truth.

Once he answers, he will lay his greatest secret bare before all his enemies!

But if he deliberately lies…

The priceless Epic‑level Chip will be handed over outright!

Everyone beside the table holds their breath.

They seem to have already seen…

This arrogant man finally shows a flaw, falling into a dilemma of no escape!

"Mr. Jing, please seize the moment!"