Chapter 121 - 120: Playing the Fool with Me?

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Chapter 121: Chapter 120: Playing the Fool with Me? ... "Besides, when I said I’d live-stream chopping ’my weapon,’ did I say I was chopping my own weapon?" Brother Biao glanced mockingly at Yan Xiaobao and ordered his men, "Go, buy a dog and chop off a dog tail to give Brother Bao some ’supplements’." "You..." Zhao Erhu pointed angrily at Brother Biao. "This is outright shameless!" "Am I being shameless?" Brother Biao grinned slyly, his eyes flickering with malice. "Even if I am, what can you do about it?" Brother Biao’s sheer number advantage and his home turf meant he could call upon hundreds of men in moments. Zhao Erhu, wary of Brother Biao’s power, was incensed but didn’t dare escalate further. He flushed red with pent-up anger. "You think you can mess around with me and walk away?" Yan Xiaobao grabbed a stack of chips, fixing his glare on Brother Biao. "If you don’t settle up, I’ll make you eat every chip on this table!" "Hahaha!" Brother Biao laughed loudly instead of getting angry, visibly delighted. He was itching for Yan Xiaobao to make a move—this would give him a reason not just to cheat openly but also steal the fifty-million check and take Tiantian. Brother Biao ruled through ruthlessness. Money and women lost at the gambling table? Take them by force! "I’ve been in the game for eighteen years, and no one has ever dared threaten me like this!" Brother Biao waved sharply, commanding, "Brothers, beat them up! Kill them—ten thousand reward for each one! As for that little girl, grab her, and tonight everyone gets a turn!" The forty to fifty men behind Brother Biao roared in frenzy, rushing forward like maniacs. "Damn it! Fight till the end!" With things spiraling so far, Zhao Erhu didn’t hesitate anymore. He rallied his twenty-something men to go all-in against Biao’s gang. "You think losing at cards means you could beat me in a fight?" Yan Xiaobao scoffed indifferently. He swung his hand suddenly, tossing chips in a technique resembling scattered rain, as if they were deadly projectiles. "Thud!" "Bang!" "Ouch!" "Ahhh!" "Ahhh..." The dozen gang members in the front instantly fell to the ground as if machine-gunned. Chipped teeth flew out of mouths, blood gushed everywhere, and agonized screams filled the room. "Hiss—" Both groups gasped collectively, utterly stunned. This... this was absurdly skilled—like a legendary martial arts master... "What the hell are you scared of? Rush him together! Who kills him gets one million!" Brother Biao screamed madly, driving his men to attack Yan Xiaobao. The allure of a million proved irresistible for such gangsters—it was worth risking their lives. "Charge!" one daring thug yelled, leading the way. Spurred on, forty-something others followed, with even the fallen dozen clambering back to their feet to vie for the prize. "This is getting fun." Yan Xiaobao chuckled, his hands swirling into motion, creating a blur. The chips from the gambling table shot out like hailstones, enveloping all forty to fifty gangsters. "Thud! Thud! Thud!" "Bang! Bang! Bang!" "Ouch! Ouch!" "Ahhh!" "Ahhhhhh!" In the blink of an eye, all forty or fifty thugs were on the floor, their cries of pain echoing as injuries littered the room: heads bleeding, noses broken, mouths split open, and enough teeth on the ground to fill a bucket. "Wow!" Chen Long stood slack-jawed, exclaiming, "Brother Bao is incredible... It’s like watching a movie!" frёeωebɳovel.com "Today’s truly opened my eyes... Brother Bao is immense!" "No kidding! Brother Bao is undefeatable, absolutely awesome—he’s my idol!" "Thank god we’re with Brother Bao. Otherwise, if we followed Brother Biao, we’d be doomed..." The previously agitated Zhao Erhu relaxed completely, stepping forward to glare at Brother Biao. "Got anything to say? Hand over the money—or don’t blame me if I take harsh measures!" "Want my money? Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes!" Cornered, Brother Biao suddenly pulled a pistol from his waist and pointed it at Yan Xiaobao. "Fancy martial arts can’t beat a butcher’s knife; all your skills mean nothing against one bullet! Think you’re tough? Not tougher than a gun!" Zhao Erhu’s face turned pale. He instinctively took a step back. In the Yanhuang Empire, firearms were strictly forbidden, and even being tangentially linked to guns meant serious criminal charges. Despite years in underground circles, this was the first time Zhao Erhu had faced one—he hadn’t imagined Brother Biao would carry a gun openly. Chen Long and others froze in terror, not daring to move. Tiantian’s face turned ashen, clutching at Yan Xiaobao’s arm in trembling fright. Though Yan Xiaobao had swiftly taken down four armed hijackers on a flight before, her mind now only focused on him—it was hard not to worry deeply. Yan Xiaobao looked at Brother Biao as though he were an idiot. "Playing with a gun in front of me? You clearly don’t know the meaning of the word ’death.’ Go on, shoot me, if you’ve got the guts." "You think I won’t pull the trigger?" Brother Biao’s eyes burned with desperation, like a trapped beast. "Leave the check and get lost! Otherwise, I’ll kill you both, you pathetic couple!" "Still insulting my wife with death knocking on your door?" Yan Xiaobao’s eyes narrowed, readying to act. Suddenly, a sharp voice rang from the entrance: "Drop the gun! Hands up!" Upon hearing the voice, Yan Xiaobao broke into a grin and turned, seeing Han Ruobing entering with a group of officers. He chuckled, "Bingbing, how’d you know I was here?" Seeing Yan Xiaobao, Han Ruobing sighed with frustration. She hadn’t known he’d be here—she’d come to raid Brother Biao’s underground casino. She’d had this place under investigation for a long time but was deterred by its fortified metal door and tight security. Without deploying anti-terror squads, a swift breach was impossible. Yet such high-level units wouldn’t normally be mobilized for a casino bust. Through meticulous spying, Han Ruobing learned that the casino closed for inventory on certain afternoons—a quiet time prime for surprise actions. Thus, today she brought officers armed with hydraulic door-breach tools for a raid. But upon arrival, she found the thick steel door had already collapsed. What was going on? How had the sturdy door fallen apart? Who had just saved her a great deal of trouble? Still puzzled, Han Ruobing rushed in to find Brother Biao holding a gun on Yan Xiaobao. Ignoring Yan Xiaobao’s comment, Han Ruobing aimed her gun with both hands and warned Brother Biao, "Drop the weapon and surrender immediately! Resistance is pointless!" ... [Please save, like, and support!] ...

Chapter 121 - 120: Playing the Fool with Me?

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