Chapter 210: Former King on the Seat, Now a Dog at the Steps!

I, Shen Qing.

The man's voice was soft, warm as jade, as if afraid of disturbing this meticulously arranged greeting.

He wore a well‑tailored ash‑gray haute‑couture suit, his hair combed impeccably, and a pair of Gold-rimmed Glasses perched on his nose bridge.

At first glance.

He resembled a refined professor who had just stepped down from a university podium, exuding an aura of scholarly elegance.

He was completely out of place in this Underground Gold-selling Cave, rife with blood, violence, and the stench of copper.

That is, if one ignores the thing in his hand.

It was a whip.

A Bone Whip forged from stark white vertebrae linked together, with crimson bloodlight still oozing between the bone joints.

The whip's body writhed like a living thing, gently undulating, extending backward into the darkness.

"Hoo‑chi… Hoo‑chi…"

A heavy, ragged gasp was dragged out of the darkness.

Su Ming slipped both hands into his pockets, his gaze lazily sweeping past the pretentious Shen Qing.

He tilted his head slightly, landing on the object that Sheng had dragged here by force.

It was a… person?!

Or rather, it had once been a person.

The thing lay on all fours, a pitch‑black Metal Collar fastened around its neck, digging into the flesh.

The other end of the collar was attached to the Bone Whip in Shen Qing's hand.

The most striking feature was the rough burlap sack covering its head.

It had two ragged holes where the eyes should be.

Through them peered a pair of blood‑veined eyes, filled with terror and emptiness.

Yet even so.

Su Ming recognized it at a glance.

"Pfft—"

Su Ming suddenly laughed.

That laugh instantly shattered the previously grim, tense atmosphere.

"Hahaha!"

He laughed so hard his shoulders shook, clutching his belly, tears streaming uncontrollably.

It seemed…

He had seen the most absurd, most comical joke in the world.

"Mr. Su, why are you laughing?"

Shen Qing nudged his Gold-rimmed Glasses on the bridge of his nose, his tone calm.

He seemed to be assessing whether this newly‑minted king…

…was worthy of receiving this gift!

"Nothing much, just think…"

Su Ming raised his hand, pointing at the burlap‑clad figure kneeling on the ground, laughing a little out of breath.

"These times truly turn the fortunes, and the heavens spare no one."

"Clack, clack—!"

He paced forward slowly, completely ignoring Shen Qing's suddenly tense body, and walked straight up to the burlap figure.

From his elevated position, his gaze was teasing.

Once, in the Fate Casino.

The one beneath the burlap sat upon the Golden Throne, clutching a handful of Chip, exuding full swagger.

He overlooked everyone's life and death, establishing despairing Rule.

Back then, how majestic he was!

How utterly arrogant!

Even after later losing, he still wore the demeanor of a hero who thought, "I can afford to lose; at worst I start over."

He clung stubbornly to that last shred of dignity.

But now?

Heh!

Su Ming extended a foot, the dust‑caked toe gently lifting the burlap figure's chin.

"Old friend, we meet again; shall we not exchange greetings?"

The burlap figure shivered all over, as if struck by electricity.

Its murky eyes, through the two holes, caught Su Ming's face in an instant.

It looked as if it had seen a ghost, turning instantly to ash.

It was shame, terror…

More than that, a desperation that wished to bury itself in a crack of the earth, impossible to dig out.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

A low growl rumbled from his throat as his ten fingers clawed furiously at the floor.

"Tsk."

Su Ming shook his head, a look of regret on his face.

"You don't want to see me? That's not allowed; I want to see you."

Sizzle—!

He lunged forward, grabbed the coarse sack in one hand, and mercilessly lifted it upward!

The sack flew out.

A face riddled with scars, even missing half an ear, lay bare under the pallid light.

Though its visage was ruined, though it was in a sorry state.

Yet the contour between its brows and eyes, those murky eyes…

…were those of a Gambler!

The former Underground Emperor of Jin City, the overseer of the Fate Casino!

"It's really you,"

Su Ming tossed the sack from his hand aside as if discarding trash.

He straightened his posture and brushed the dust from his hands.

He turned his head toward the quietly standing Shen Qing, a hint of curiosity in his gaze.

"Boss Shen, this craft… is superb,"

"Turning the once lofty King into this whimpering dog,"

Su Ming gestured.

"So… this is the explanation you wanted to give me?"

Shen Qing gave a faint smile, still impeccably graceful, so refined it chilled the heart.

Whap—!

The whip didn't strike the Gambler; it merely cracked loudly in the air.

But the Gambler on the ground convulsed as if struck by lightning.

His whole body instantly curled into a ball, hands clutching his head tightly.

Obviously…

The psychological scar left by the Bone Whip had already been etched into his marrow.

"Mr. Su, you're joking,"

Shen Qing leisurely retracted the whip.

The Bone Whip seemed sentient, like a pallid poisonous snake, obediently coiling around his wrist, turning into a pale bracelet.

"As you can see, this is a disobedient, inefficient dog that even tried to hide secret money from its master… a bad dog."

Shen Qing's voice was gentle, yet carried a chilling indifference.

"He has, more than once, privately accessed the Fate Casino."

"The most unforgivable is…"

Shen Qing lifted his head, staring directly at Su Ming, the lenses reflecting light.

"He was foolish enough to provoke you."

"An agent lacking foresight and ability is, for the organization, a pure Negative Asset."

"Since it's a Negative Asset, it naturally requires asset optimization, even liquidation."

"Strip its identity, revoke its abilities, and brand it with a Slave Mark."

"Now, he is neither a Gambler nor an Underground Emperor."

"He is merely a… gift I brought."

"A small trinket intended to appease Mr. Su's anger and demonstrate our Chaotic Scale's sincerity."

Having said that, he made a beckoning gesture.

"Mr. Su, if you still feel unsatisfied, this knife…"

He drew a cold, gleaming Surgical Knife from his coat pocket.

"You may personally, slice by slice, cut him up."

"I guarantee, as long as you wish, I can make him not even dare to utter a wail."

Nearby, a bored Magu, hearing this, had her eyes instantly light up.

She tugged Su Ming's sleeve, pointed at the Gambler on the ground, and a glimmer of crystal tears slipped from her mouth.

She just loves these perverse tones!

On the ground, the Gambler, hearing these devilish words, shuddered violently again.

His eyes filled with cloudy tears, he looked up at Su Ming in desperate despair.

That gaze…

…was pleading for a swift end!

"Heh!"

Su Ming curled the corner of his mouth, but did not take the knife directly.

His smile gradually faded as he quietly stared at the clothed beast before him.

Golden light silently swirled within his pupils.

"I tell you, you person…"