Chapter 218 - 221: The King of the Past

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Chapter 218: Chapter 221: The King of the PastChapter 221: The Former King All the celebrities of Las Vegas and the most reputable gamblers had gathered together. Beauties from various countries were dancing under the dazzling lights. Their pale, fragrant skin gleamed under the lights like pieces of exquisite jade, making one’s blood surge with excitement. Over a thousand security personnel guarded the venue to prevent any unexpected incidents and to ensure the safety of Gambling City. For these few days, a mysterious gambler had come to Las Vegas. In just five days, he had astonishingly won over sixty billion US dollars! What an overwhelming presence! Probably no one in the history of Las Vegas had ever won such a massive fortune, right? This event had almost shocked the entire Las Vegas, attracting gamblers from all over the world. It was said that the mysterious man had won over sixty billion US dollars in just five days, even stunning the Gambling Saint of Las Vegas! This was a sensational visual feast that shocked not only Las Vegas but the entire world. The amount in US dollars had actually piled up like a small mountain on the grand stage of Las Vegas! Having won sixty billion US dollars, the mysterious man had not yet left. Could it be that he intended to win all the money of Gambling City? This seemed a rash act. Since the existence of Gambling City, numerous extravagant bets had occurred, even reaching billions, but this secretive man seemed to be overestimating his abilities. After winning, he actually wasn’t willing to leave and wanted to win more? A middle-aged man shouted loudly, and suddenly tens of thousands of people in the casino turned their gazes towards the suddenly appearing middle-aged man. Once they clearly saw the middle-aged man’s appearance, the entire casino erupted into complete frenzy. Colorful lights and the atmosphere some people deliberately created immediately stirred up another climax inside the venue. Tens of thousands of palms clapped in the Void, creating waves after waves. Under the light, the visual effects presented were said to be the most sensational ever. Cheering, whistling, screaming, and enthusiastic shouts almost drowned out the entire venue, pushing the night to its peak numerous times! Lin Zifeng wore an antique aqua-colored mask, with thirteen burly men in black standing by his side. Each man wore identical expressions of icy determination which pervaded the entirety of the Void, each armed with a military dagger and fully equipped, standing around Lin Zifeng, forming a protective circle. Searᴄh the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. At Lin Zifeng’s command, these thirteen men in black would follow without so much as a frown. They had followed Lin Zifeng through life and death for two years, close as real brothers. Lin Zifeng could ask them to die, and none would hesitate for even a second. Two years of living through blood and fire had built this mutual trust and reliance in the most vulnerable times on the battlefield. Without Lin Zifeng, each of these thirteen men wouldn’t know how many times they might have died; without Lin Zifeng, they probably would have been reduced to ashes long ago. This time in Las Vegas, Lin Zifeng was completely here to execute a mission. Following the order from his organization, Lin Zifeng and his thirteen iron-blooded brothers had tracked a target across the deserts of California for seven days and nights, finally eliminating him in a desolate area. But after seven days and nights of relentless pursuit, they were exhausted and disoriented. In the deserted desert, where temperatures soared above forty degrees Celsius during the day and plunged below minus ten degrees Celsius at night, they nearly perished in the desert. Had it not been for the help of refugees from California, Lin Zifeng and his thirteen brothers would have been long dead. The previously cold-blooded Lin Zifeng, who had never experienced helping the needy, was completely moved this time. The people who saved them were refugees from a recent conflict in Nevada. The battle was initiated by the Heaven Gate Mercenary Group, where he belonged. According to the employer’s initial request, causing panic was enough to consider the mission accomplished, but he had made a mistake. That mistake had caused unrest at the border of Nevada. That coup had harmed countless innocent people. Seeing the impoverished and desperate refugees, Lin Zifeng’s eyes involuntarily filled with tears. If it weren’t for his actions, would they have faced such a devastated and displaced life? So, in order to make up for this mistake he had caused, Lin Zifeng decided to compensate them. As for how much, it could only be as much as it could be, which was better than doing nothing at all. Having been saved by the fleeing residents, Lin Zifeng led the Thirteen Eagles out of the desert, and fortuitously, this path took them to the Gambling City of Las Vegas. Thus, Lin Zifeng took his thirteen brothers and won several billion US dollars in one go, and Lin Zifeng unreservedly had the billions escorted to the Nevada border by helicopter. Although he couldn’t fully make up for the consequences of his mistake, this at least provided some peace of mind, and a bit of self-consolation was good too. So, this continuous five-day extravagant gambling spree was hailed as the greatest in the world! People even brought in representatives from the World Guinness Records to document this miraculous moment. Until one night on the fifth day of Lin Zifeng’s grand Las Vegas gamble, he finally reached his peak. Unable to contain themselves, the high-ranking officials of the Las Vegas casinos broke protocol to invite the locally famous Gambling Saint! To think that the entire high-tier of Las Vegas was stirred up—what a world-defying scene was this? Las Vegas was said to be one of the casinos fostered by the US Guild, and understanding that its high ranks were almost entirely politically backed, who dared to offend them? But at that time, the title of ’Death God’ wasn’t just a self-proclaimed one for Lin Zifeng. If we go back, who in the entire mercenary world did not know about the ’Ninth Person from Heaven Gate, K-9 Death God’! Especially his thirteen iron-blooded tough men, known as the ’Thirteen Eagles of Heaven Gate’. Whenever the Thirteen Eagles went on a mission, there was almost no task they couldn’t complete. At this moment, all eyes were on him, the man who made the entire Gambling City of Las Vegas tremble. This was an exhilarating moment, an era that made the blood boil. Allowing the Gambling City Gambling Saint to personally fight, probably no one else in the Gambling City could, except for the Gambling God of Macau in Asia, dare challenge his prowess! The host on stage crazily cheered and shouted for the tens of thousands of fans in the casino. Lin Zifeng sat regally on his throne, wearing an ancient, eerie mask, a smug and stubborn smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he rested one hand on the table and his piercing gaze was locked onto the Gambling Saint of Las Vegas. By his side, the tables were piled with US dollars, the Thirteen Eagles stood tall and proud, their bearing majestic as though they were upright spears standing beside him. Back then, Lin Zifeng was wild and flamboyant. His youthful arrogance was his proudest asset and his powerful strength was what kept him alive in this world. But thinking about it now, Lin Zifeng found it somewhat laughable. If it weren’t for two years of non-human-like living in the Dark Prison, Lin Zifeng would probably already be buried in the soil outside. After all, when a person is too flamboyant and arrogant, he tends to die younger—so many talented young figures in history were just like that. ... "Hey! Uncle, what are you looking at so intently? Are you planning on causing trouble for some girl again?" The waitress who brought over a tray of Coke, seeing Lin Zifeng staring blankly at the TV behind the counter, suddenly had the urge to tease him. "Ah?!" Lin Zifeng startled, looking at the cute appearance of the waitress, who was watching him with eyes curved like crescent moons. Lin Zifeng responded without words, "What’s up?"

Chapter 218 - 221: The King of the Past

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