Chapter 221: Dare to Use Me as a Gun?

The Gambler stared dead at Su Ming, his eyes blazing.

His speech was rousing and impassioned, its logic a closed loop, its incitement cranked to max.

If you swap in a freshly‑out‑of‑the‑hut hot‑blooded fool.

By now he'd probably be pounding the table, shouting a couple of slogans, brandishing a sword and charging out recklessly.

This is a perfect pre‑battle speech!

What a pity.

His Audience is Su Ming.

"Clap, clap, clap."

Su Ming nestled in the spacious chair, lazily clapped a few times.

The sparse applause sounded especially harsh in this dead‑silent casino.

And also especially... sardonic.

"Brilliant, truly brilliant."

Su Ming, cigar between his fingers, gave the Gambler a nod from across the room.

"Seriously, Old Gambling Ghost, if you were to do pyramid schemes, you'd be the top‑most chief on the pyramid's tip."

"First sell anxiety, then create conflict, and finally throw out the Unique solution."

"This combo punch lands as smooth as silk."

The Gambler's death‑accepting expression on his face froze instantly.

He didn't understand.

Facing this endless deadlock, facing that colossal organization, why could this man still be so...

... calm?

Even have the mood to comment on him?!

He was clearly being sincere!

Squeak—!

The chair's grinding against the floor produced a harsh screech.

Su Ming rose, stepping with his blood‑stained shoes, leisurely swaying to the Gambler's front.

The Gambler swallowed, his body trembling.

It's the natural physiological fear a subordinate feels toward a top predator.

"I'll handle the Chaotic Scale matter, after all those brats really provoked me."

Su Ming leaned down slightly, the pressure maxed out.

"But that is not a reason for you to use me as a gun."

The surroundings fell into dead silence again.

Only that retro slot machine kept flashing Red Light tirelessly.

As if mocking someone's cleverness.

"Old Gambling Ghost."

"Before you hurriedly try to recruit me and paint big promises, there's a small issue that's been bothering me for a while."

The Gambler's scalp prickled under that stare, he instinctively drew his neck back, his voice drying.

"Mr. Su, ask, and I will speak without holding back."

"Fine!"

Su Ming snapped his fingers.

"Back then, I was driving by."

He gestured at the ultra‑luxurious carpet beneath his feet.

"You used your special ability to yank both me and my car into this space, forcing me to play that so‑called Truth-Lie Wheel, right?"

"Yes..."

The Gambler swallowed, his gaze dodging.

Clearly he was reluctant to recall that nightmare that ruined him.

"Back then I couldn't recognize Mount Tai, my mind clouded by lard..."

"Hey, don't rush to critique, I won't listen to that."

Su Ming waved his hand, cutting off his confession outright.

"I just want to clarify the most crucial point—"

"That scheme targeting me back then—was it you acting on a whim, looking for extra cash..."

"Or... was it actually the Chaotic Scale group's intention?"

The words froze the air instantly.

Even Magu, who was fiddling with a blood‑stained skirt, ready to dismember Tang Zhong, stopped.

She halted her actions, tilted her head, and looked over.

That's a death‑sentence question too!

"Mr. Su."

The Gambler fell silent for a moment, seeming to weigh pros and cons, then clenched his teeth.

"This is my own intention!"

"Seeing you possess a precious treasure, yet alone, just... just finished a great war..."

"So I entertained a crooked thought, wanting to act privately…"

"It's precisely because of this…"

He pointed to the bald spot on his ear, his face full of remorse.

"I'm the one who ended up like this!"

"Hunting high‑risk targets on my own caused massive asset losses…"

"In the end, that bastard Shen Qing settled the score, expelled me from the organization, and kicked me out like a dog!"

Beside them, Magu nodded thoughtfully.

This person is actually quite honest, not passing the buck!

The logic is sound.

The motive is reasonable.

Even the outcome forms a perfect loop.

It's just a tragic workplace tale of a greedy mid‑level employee who acted rashly, hit a wall, and was violently laid off by the company.

However.

Su Ming neither nodded nor objected.

He simply stared quietly at the gambler, a inscrutable smile on his face.

Three seconds, five seconds, ten seconds.

This wordless silence…

Is more suffocating than a hysterical roar.

The gambler's cold sweat on his forehead ran down the scar, dripping into his collar, icy and bone‑chilling.

"Su… Mr. Su?"

"Do you… have any other questions?"

"Hehe."

Su Ming laughed, his laughter tinged with a hint of pity for the fool.

"Since you're so frank, I'll ask another thing."

"You just said you joined that so‑called Scale organization because circumstances forced you, to survive…"

"So you signed that so‑called Servitude Contract, right?"

The gambler was startled.

He didn't understand why Su Ming suddenly shifted the topic to this.

Yet he instinctively nodded, a flash of humiliation in his eyes.

"Yes! In that situation, not signing meant death; I had no choice!"

"That contract… is extremely sinister!"

"Once you sign, not only the body but even the soul gets branded!"

"Even if they make me eat shit, I have to say it's fragrant!"

Saying that, the gambler gritted his teeth, his face twisted viciously.

No one doesn't hate that contract that strips personality and dignity to the bone.

Except for that pervert Meng Die.

"Oh—"

Su Ming drew out the ending, a look of sudden enlightenment on his face.

"Soul branding, absolute control, life and death beyond one's will…"

"Sounds like an Overlord clause, the classic capitalist cannibalistic grin."

But suddenly.

Boom!

Su Ming's tone abruptly shifted; the previous jest vanished, and murderous intent spread.

"But…"

"Hm?!"

The gambler was terrified, his spirit scattering, his body rigid.

"Mr. Su! I was indeed possessed then, I admit!"

"But! Give me another chance!"

He could feel that if Su Ming wanted, he could crush his head at any moment, like squeezing a rotten watermelon.

"Old thing, do you think I've never held a job, don't understand contract law?"

"Since your soul is branded, you must obey absolutely, even when eating shit you have to call it fragrant…"

"Then tell me…"

Su Ming's voice grew softer, each word chilling.

"How did you manage…"

"When the Chaotic Scale was thriving, you dared to go behind them, urging me to strike back?"

"Even a dog that obeys absolutely dares to bite its master?"

Su Ming grinned.

"This logic… is it a bit buggy?"