Chapter 203: Physics! Clear the field! The black card is about to slap face and go all out!

Listening to the eager excitement in 【Magu】's voice to cause trouble, Su Ming didn't even lift an eyelid.

If it were elsewhere, given his temper……

This table would have already flown onto the dealer's face!

Along with those three Mechanical Insects, they'd all have to be shoved down his throat.

But not today.

This is 【Golden House】.

In his eyes, this was already his reserve-industry business, his own backyard.

Exposed in public, what comes out?

That would be smashing his own signboard and cutting off his own source of wealth.

Who would still come here to play in the future?

What's being ruined is his own business!

He won't do such stupid things.

He never has sympathy for gamblers either!

No problem.

Su Ming's fingers lightly rubbed the struggling Mechanical Insect between his fingers, and the corner of his mouth under the Fox Mask curled up with amusement.

The bill, definitely needs to be settled.

But we have to go backstage to talk privately with the boss.

As for now…

Let's go.

Su Ming put his arm around 【Magu】's slender waist, turned and was about to leave.

But just then——

Stop!!

A heart‑rending roar exploded behind him.

It was that fat guy who had just gone all‑in and lost even his pants.

At this moment, his eyes were blood‑red.

The flesh on his fat face trembled wildly from extreme rage, his whole body on the verge of exploding.

Want to leave?! Leave your money with me!!

Acting! You fucking keep acting!

You were winning all along, yet everyone went all‑in on this hand and you lost?! How could that be such a coincidence?!

The more the fat guy spoke, the more he believed this was the truth, this was the truth!

Despair turned into a mad‑dog urge to attack; he pointed at 【Magu】's nose, spittle flying.

This woman is a shill! This man is also a shill!

This is the Pig Slaughter Scheme that 【Golden House】 and they cooked up together!

RNM! Refund the money! Give me back my money!!

As soon as those words were spoken, it was like tossing a cigarette butt onto a haystack.

Right! It must be a setup!

Treating us like pigs to be slaughtered?! Is there any law left?!

Dozens of red‑eyed gamblers instantly swarmed up, forming a thick human wall that tightly trapped the two in the middle.

The crowd was frenzied, each wishing they could devour the two alive.

Seeing someone back him up, the fat guy went completely berserk.

He had no intention of listening to any explanation, not even giving Su Ming a chance to speak.

Relying on his two‑hundred‑pound bulk, he lunged forward.

His pair of greasy, fat hands, whistling through the air, went straight for Magu's face!

Take off that mask, old man! I want to see which bitch is acting as a dog for the casino!!

Extremely fast!

Killing intent surging!

Gamblers?

This is clearly a gang of red‑eyed losers, just looking for someone to vent their anger on—thugs!

Su Ming stopped in his tracks, the eyes beneath his mask turning cold.

No warning.

No nonsense.

With a flip of his wrist, a pitch‑black, antiquated greatsword appeared out of thin air!

Since reason won't get through……

Then let's talk physics!

Pfft——!

Fast!

Too fast!

No one saw how he drew the sword; they only felt a black flash of cold electricity slice through the air.

The fat hand reaching for Magu, along with half of his forearm……

Instantly severed from his body, spinning through the air like tofu cut by a propeller!

Half a second later.

The fresh blood only reacted, splashing everywhere like a fountain.

"Ah—!!!"

Fatty clutched his severed arm, letting out a pig‑slaughter‑like wail.

His whole body writhed on the ground in pain, cold sweat mixing with blood and coating the ground.

But it wasn't over yet.

Su Ming didn't stop at all, not even glancing at the dead dog on the ground.

The Black Knife traced a cold blade flower in the air, then swept horizontally!

Swish!

The few who had charged ahead and shouted the loudest froze abruptly.

The next second.

Puff puff puff—!

Three severed hands fell to the ground in a flash.

The cuts were smooth as mirrors, even the bones were neatly sliced!

Aside from the resonant wails...

Silence!

A death‑like stillness!

The once‑boiling crowd instantly became like ducks with their throats strangled, all their shouts stuck in their throats.

They were utterly shocked by this sudden burst of bloody violence!

One by one, their faces turned ashen as they retreated in terror, fearing even a drop of blood.

Seeing the blood‑soaked ground and the still‑twitching severed hands, they finally realized—

This place is a damn black market!

Here no customer is a god; only whose blade is sharper matters!

"Why aren't they shouting?"

Su Ming flicked the blood droplets off his blade, his voice flat enough to choke.

"Weren't they shouting loudly just now?"

"Calling me a stooge?"

"A bunch of losers who can't take a loss."

Su Ming stepped forward, pointing the Black Knife at the ground, its tip still dripping blood.

Whoosh—!

The crowd hurriedly backed away, some even so frightened their legs gave out and they sat down on the ground, forcibly carving a blood‑streaked path.

Until then.

From afar came a rapid, chaotic clatter of footsteps.

"What the hell?! Who dares cause trouble in the Golden House?!"

A fully armed squad of Black-clothed Security, weapons in hand, stormed in with fierce momentum.

At the front, the Bald Squad Leader stared at the blood‑soaked ground and the wailing Fatty, his eyelids flickering wildly as he coldly fixed his gaze on Su Ming.

"Sir, drawing a blade and shedding blood in our venue..."

"Are you not taking our Golden House seriously enough?"

"What? Not had enough fun yet?"

Su Ming looked at the tardy security and smiled.

He slung the Black Knife over his shoulder with a lazy, swaggering posture.

"You came a bit slow."

"When those mad dogs surrounded you earlier, did your legs break?"

"Now... you actually have the nerve to show up?"

The Bald Squad Leader's face darkened, about to erupt.

Su Ming suddenly extended his left hand, two fingers pinching a card.

It was jet‑black, emitting a cold metallic sheen!

Sss!

The Bald Squad Leader's pupils contracted instantly!

The harsh words that had reached his lips were forced back down, nearly choking him to death.

It was...

Black Gold Card?!

"Don't be nervous."

Su Ming's voice was lazy.

"I cleared out a few trouble‑making trash for you, saving you the paperwork."

"Consider this... a face‑saving for you."

"But..."

"I'm not in a good mood right now!"

Su Ming leaned down slightly, the Fox Mask almost touching the Bald Squad Leader's face, his voice chillingly cold.

"This bill."

"You guys intend... how will this end?!"

Bald Squad Leader's face instantly turned pig-liver colored.

The next moment, his attitude did a 180-degree turn, and his originally straight waist bent instantly.

"This... this..."

"A misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"

"You... please go inside! I'll notify the supervisor right away! No, I'll notify the boss!!"

He feigned calm, pressing the earpiece, but his voice trembled.

"No rush."

Su Ming, however, shook his head, took back the black card, and nonchalantly slipped it back into his pocket.

"Forget that empty pleasantry."

"Boss, I'll see you."

"But now..."

Su Ming raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, toward the depths of the casino.

"First, take me to the warehouse to look around!"