Chapter 217: No Loot from Killing? Are You Kidding Me?

Clack, clack, clack.

Su Ming steps forward again, then stops once more.

This time, his toe almost touches the curled‑up figure.

The former Underground Emperor— the Gambler.

At this moment, does he still have any trace of a hero's bearing?

The collar around his neck digs into his flesh, his head buried tightly between his arms.

He trembles like a late‑stage Parkinson's patient.

It's understandable when you think about it.

After all, he was first tormented by Shen Qing into an unrecognizable state.

Now, the sight of him brutally tearing Shen Qing is so appetizing that it scares the child.

"Old friend."

"Come, look up, let me see."

Su Ming's voice is unreasonably gentle.

"Wuh… wuh‑wuh…"

The Gambler trembles even more fiercely, his Adam's apple bobbing, unable to speak.

Su Ming gently extends his hand, pressing it against the Gambler's chin, urging him to lift his head.

His gaze is unfocused, pupils unable to focus, saliva trailing a clear strand from the corner of his mouth.

This is a physiological fear of violent instinct.

Mad.

Completely mad!

Will collapses, dignity shattered on the ground, leaving only a wretched creature driven by survival instinct.

"Tsk tsk tsk, how pitiful."

Su Ming smacks his lips, a look of lament on his face.

"You used to be such a respectable person, how did you end up looking like this dog?"

"Shen Qing's grandson really hit hard; not only treating you like a dog, but also snapping your spine."

Su Ming lifts his hand, as if to pat the Gambler's head to show comfort.

But the Gambler, like a startled beast, jerks his head sharply.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Su Ming's smile brightens further, and his hand still reaches out.

"Shen Qing is dead; no one will bully you anymore."

"If you're really mad, then that rotten debt of ours…"

His tone is so gentle it even carries a hint of coaxing.

"I think we should just drop it, okay?"

"After all, my greatest virtue is a kind heart; I can't argue with a fool, right?"

Hearing this, the Gambler continues to gasp, drooling, maintaining that clueless expression.

"Heh."

The smile at Su Ming's mouth corner deepens.

Compared with before, there's an added hint of amusement.

He suddenly leans down, his whole face almost pressed to the Gambler's nose tip, the pungent urine stench blasting into his brain.

"I say…"

"Have you finished acting?"

"Everyone's time is precious; I'm hurrying to touch another corpse, and you hurry to be reborn."

"If you keep playing dumb, I really won't want that Chip anymore."

Su Ming's voice suddenly freezes.

"Because…"

"I would actually twist your head off and kick it like a ball!"

The air solidifies.

The Gambler's violently trembling body suddenly stiffens.

All the whimpering, all the shivers, all the signs of madness…

Abruptly cease.

Like a full‑power machine that someone not only pulled the plug but also snipped the wires.

"That's right, come, let's chat."

Su Ming slowly sits up, tilting his head, his pitch‑black eyes flashing with mockery.

"Your acting is truly good; the Oscars owe you a little golden statue."

"Really."

Su Ming raises his thumb.

"Whether it's that fear etched into the bones or this half‑dead husk, it's simply flawless."

"If I don't give you an award, I'd think the film industry is too corrupt."

The Gambler still makes no significant move.

Only that head that had been lowered slowly lifts.

Originally turbid, scattered, filled with deathly aura and foolishness, inside the eyes……

Unexpectedly, a trace of clarity appeared!

"How did you discover it?"

"Gambler" finally spoke, voice hoarse and dry.

"How did you discover it?"

"Hehe!"

Su Ming laughed, laughing somewhat nervously.

How did you discover it?

That naturally calls for thanks to Shen Qing, that good teammate!

That bastard sealed his sight, even weakened his hearing, threw him into a void quieter than death.

But precisely because of that.

All appearances, disguises, colors, light and shadow……

were all stripped away.

In that blind world, he could see nothing else.

Except……

that thick red-and-black tube!

It was the channel Shen Qing used to transfer harm and connect the two of them, shining like a damn searchlight.

But besides that, there was another……

very thin, very faint, hidden extremely deep!

Just like an inconspicuous straw, secretly stuck into Shen Qing's lower back!

The other end of this straw……

was exactly the direction in which the Gambler was kneeling at that time!

This move, huh, is called ultimate nesting!

Shen Qing thought he was sucking his Su Ming, sucking the Gambler's blood.

Actually, the Gambler, that old dog hiding behind, was also secretly sucking Shen Qing's blood!

This guy may be in a tough spot, but his will definitely hasn't been completely crushed!

He understands endurance best, and knows how to wait for revenge best!

That likewise special Qualified Sequence has been quietly pulling Shen Qing!

The Gambler, this guy……

always ready to bite back!

If Su Ming's sight hadn't been stripped away at that time, he very likely would have missed that dark thread.

But unfortunately……

In the all-encompassing darkness, even a speck of light shows up damn conspicuously like a sun!

"What a pity, luck isn't on you……"

Su Ming spoke lightly.

"Are you still thinking of taking advantage while we both lose?"

The air was silent.

The Gambler stopped trembling, the clarity in his eyes grew even stronger.

Hum——!

Red and black intertwined!

This time, it was no longer those sneaky, petty threads.

but instead wrapped around his whole body!

It greedily licked the air, following the floor's cracks, like countless tiny poisonous snakes, spreading wildly in all directions.

"Yo?"

Su Ming stood in place, facing this sudden change, not moving at all.

He wanted to see what ultimate move this endurance‑bearing, shit‑eating old dog had managed to muster.

Hiss hiss hiss——!

Reality twisted, space reorganized.

The office walls, originally riddled with holes and exposed rebar, like wax oil scorched by high heat, quickly peeled and melted.

Streaks of garish, bewitching neon light appeared!

The originally shattered floor, under the erosion of this red‑black aura, actually began to self‑repair.

But……

it turned into a luxurious corridor carpeted in dark gold.

By his ears, the dull mechanical heartbeat vanished.

Countless tiny, noisy sounds that made adrenaline surge drilled into his ears!

Ding ding dang——!

That was the clear sound of chips colliding, the sound of money flowing!

In just a few seconds.

Heaven and earth changed!

Su Ming looked around.

The familiar golden round table, the familiar huge roulette wheel.

And those slot machines floating in midair, flashing with greedy light.

Even the air is filled with a peculiar scent mixing premium cigars, cheap perfume and old paper money.

Now, this place is no longer that ruin.

It is also not the underground core of Golden House.

This is—

Fate Casino!

Whoa.

Su Ming inhaled deeply, as if returning to his own backyard, a contented smile appearing on his face.

"To say or not to say…"

"I actually miss this place a bit."

"After all, my first big haul of gold was scooped here—a feng shui treasure spot."

He turned around, looking at Tang Zhong, who had been huddled in the corner.

At this moment, the guy was kneeling beside a massive slot machine with a blank stare, clutching that key in his hand.

In the next instant, Tang Zhong seemed to realize something, and his body jolted sharply.

"This… this is…"

"Another dimension?!"

It's over!

All over!

As a senior of Golden House, he knows the Gambler's abilities all too well!

The signals from the real world…

have been completely cut off!

In other words, his link with the Blue Sea Core outside… has been severed!

That's what they call turning on airplane mode!

The bomb remote in his hand, which could have been a mutual destruction device, is now just an exquisitely crafted ornament!

In the center of the arena.

The Gambler, at some point, had already taken a seat on the golden chair, having changed his attire.

A dark crimson tailcoat, crisp and refined.

Although the scar on his face remained fierce, and half an ear was still missing.

But standing there, arms spread, he seemed the sole king of this space!

Noble, wealthy, in control of everything!

Here is his home ground.

It is his Rule land!

"Mr. Su."

"Welcome back— to the Fate Casino!"