Chapter 223: Opening Blind Boxes on the Living? Murderous Intent Soars!

The ember of the cigar flickered dimly in the gloomy casino.

Amid the swirling smoke, the gambler's already fierce face now looked even more aged, as if his spirit had been drained.

He didn't speak right away, but greedily, almost self‑torturing, took a deep drag.

The spicy smoke rolled once in his lungs, choking him into a violent cough.

Cough cough... cough cough cough!

After a long while he finally caught his breath and croaked out.

"Mr. Su, someone like you, a lone wolf, shouldn't have... a soft spot, right?"

Su Ming lifted his eyebrow slightly, not taking the bait.

Soft spot?

There was one before.

Now?

His frame is so hard that even his ribs seem made of steel—where could any softness come from?

"I have one."

Seeing Su Ming remain silent, the gambler answered his own question.

"It's hidden so deep even Lao Gou, Tang Zhong's old dog, doesn't know."

"It's a little girl."

"She just turned seven this year, currently shedding teeth."

"She talks with a breathy voice, loves strawberry lollipops, and when she smiles... she's just silly."

When the granddaughter was mentioned, a hint of tenderness unexpectedly flickered in the gambler's murky eyes.

"I'm a wretched man, I've done the worst deeds, but I don't want her to get tainted by this filth and follow in her parents' footsteps!"

"So I hid her in a rundown little house on the outskirts and hired the best nanny."

"I even dare not visit her often, fearing the scent of my blood would draw my enemies to her."

Su Ming's expression remained indifferent, he said nothing.

A clichéd underworld script—

"The elder brother's golden bowl makes it hard to wash his hands, and the claim that the disaster spares his wife and children is pure nonsense."

"Huh—"

The gambler inhaled deeply again, as if trying to suppress the turmoil inside with the taste of tobacco.

"It was the night Shen Qing announced my settlement."

"I was locked in the office, unable to move."

"That beast Shen Qing..."

"He connected the video in front of me."

"On the other end was the rental where I hid my granddaughter!"

"Mr. Su, do you know that kind of desperation?!"

"My very hidden hideout was easily unearthed by them."

At this point, the gambler's eyes bulged, bloodshot.

"And later... she died!!!"

The air suddenly turned cold.

However.

The anticipated sympathy did not appear on Su Ming's face.

Not even his eyebrows twitched; he remained nonchalant.

"And then?"

The gambler was startled.

Clearly he hadn't expected Su Ming to react that way.

"And... and then? What then?"

"I already said they killed her! That beast killed my Unique granddaughter!!"

His agitation made the gambler lunge forward.

But Su Ming's icy, knife‑sharp gaze pinned him to the spot.

"Old Gambling Ghost, your story doesn't quite make sense."

"Chaotic Scale is a group of capitalists who calculate profit down to their bones; since they've already kicked you out and even controlled you."

"To them, you're just meat on the cutting board."

"Under such absolute control, they laboriously send someone to kill a little girl?"

Su Ming scoffed.

"For what purpose?"

"To vent? That's too petty, too demeaning."

"Such emotional killing yields no profit."

He spread his hands.

"If it's to control you, to squeeze out your remaining value..."

"Then they'd take your granddaughter as a hostage, force you, Lao Gou, to do the dirtiest, most exhausting work, even to die..."

"That's the most cost‑effective plan, isn't it?"

"Killing her outright only drives you completely mad, turning you into an unending mad dog, and brings the organization not a single cent of benefit?"

"This account, I don't believe Shen Qing and those people can't settle it."

Su Ming's words were like a bucket of ice water poured over his head.

Indeed.

This is unreasonable.

Would a capitalist destroy a useful hostage just to vent his anger?

No.

Unless…

Destroying her yields greater profit than keeping her!

"Heh… heh heh…"

The Gambler, listening to Su Ming's analysis, suddenly let out a few chilling, wretched laughs.

He lowered his head, his shoulders trembling.

"Indeed… Mr. Su."

"You're truly clever, seeing through the essence at a glance."

"At first, they really didn't intend to kill her."

"That squad rushed in, merely yanking her roughly, intending to carry her away like a chick as a hostage."

"At that moment, Niu Niu was scared to tears, but at least… she was still alive."

"But!!"

The Gambler snapped his head up, his features contorted, his eyes filled with heart‑pounding resentment and despair.

"Just as they were about to drag her onto the vehicle… a mishap occurred!"

"Perhaps from excessive fright, Niu Niu… suddenly her whole body heated up, light shining through her skin!"

Hm?

Su Ming narrowed his eyes, and the motion of his fingertips halted.

Glowing?

Is there any device?

Or a special ability?

And the ability…

The Qualified Person has it!

Seemingly to confirm Su Ming's conjecture, the Gambler spoke again.

"My granddaughter, like me, discovered a different ability on the second day of the altar era!"

"What a pity, she couldn't hide it! Niu Niu was taken away by them."

"And just this morning…"

"Niu Niu is gone!"

The Gambler's madness in his eyes was about to overflow.

"Mr. Su, if she were just an ordinary child, even a fool…"

"She could still survive as a hostage!"

"But…"

"To possess a treasure is to incur guilt!!!"

"In their eyes, she isn't a child, not a life!"

"She's merely a walking, defenseless treasure chest!"

"Kill, take her ability!"

"This damn thing is exactly what they call… value maximization!"

Dead silence.

This time, Su Ming said nothing.

Only that violent aura swept outward from his body, causing even the surrounding gambling tables to tremble faintly.

If it's for control, it's a method.

If it's for vengeance, it's Karma.

But…

Because a little girl awakened the Qualified sequence, they treat people like blind boxes to open?

Su Ming isn't a good person, and he's killed Qualified Persons before.

But those he killed were enemies, obstacles, those who wanted to devour him.

Yet these guys…

This is treating people like livestock to raise, like ore to mine!

Su Ming slowly lifted his head.

His eyes lost a hint of mockery, gaining a touch of solemn killing.

"Old Gambling Ghost."

"Your story's logic barely holds together."

"Don't tell it again; this way of dismantling people for parts is truly nauseating."

"Now, wipe away your tears."

"If you perform well from now on…"

"Then I'll take you to give them a lesson."