Chapter 424: Chapter 424

"To exist as you do is a punishment in itself!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.

"Ah! Don’t kill me! I was wrong, I really was, please, for Qiaoqiao’s sake, spare my life!" Wu Qinglin pleaded.

"Living crime may be spared, but the death penalty is inescapable," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"No! Qiaoqiao, save me..."

He hadn’t finished speaking when Zhang Xiaohao slapped his hand on his head.

True Qi operated immediately, entering directly into his mind.

It erased all his memories related to Wu Qiaoqiao and gambling.

"Ah..." Wu Qinglin screamed miserably, closed his eyes, and fainted to the ground.

"You should be grateful that you adopted Wu Qiaoqiao; otherwise, with your culpability, you would already be a cold corpse," Zhang Xiaohao said icily.

"Ah! Mr. Zhang, what, what happened to him?" Wu Qiaoqiao asked anxiously.

"It’s fine! He’s just fainted. He’ll be fine after a sleep," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Hmm, thank you, Mr. Zhang!" Wu Qiaoqiao said.

"Take a couple of days off; rest well, and you’ll be fine once you wake up," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Hmm." Wu Qiaoqiao nodded.

"Alright, the matter has been settled; I should be going now," Zhang Xiaohao said.

Having said that, he stood up and walked towards the outside.

"Ah! Mr. Zhang, won’t you stay a bit longer?" Wu Qiaoqiao asked, her face blushing.

Zhang Xiaohao gave her a meaningful look and said.

"Rest well! Now is not the time."

Having said that, he opened the door and walked out.

Zhang Xiaohao sat in his white Audi.

"Jixiang Gambling House? Heh!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.

He started the car and drove towards Jixiang Gambling House.

Zhang Xiaohao stopped in the slum area.

Soul Power swept, covering everything within a two-mile radius.

Zhang Xiaohao’s lips curled up in a cold smile, "These rats really know how to hide, hiding out here!"

With that, Zhang Xiaohao strode towards the interior.

People around, seeing Zhang Xiaohao dressed in a suit, looking like a successful person, showed sympathy, shaking their heads as though saying, another pitiful soul about to lose everything.

Zhang Xiaohao didn’t care about them, winding through the slum.

After going through a dozen narrow alleys, he stopped at a teahouse.

"Stop!" a burly tattooed bouncer shouted coldly.

Zhang Xiaohao casually glanced at the four of them, pulling out twenty thousand yuan from his pocket.

"I’m here to play," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Hmm? Who referred you?" the tattooed bouncer asked.

"Wu Qinglin!" Zhang Xiaohao continued.

"That gambling addict? Since that’s the case, come with me," the tattooed bouncer said disdainfully.

"You three, stay here and make sure no strangers get in!"

After giving instructions, the tattooed bouncer led Zhang Xiaohao inside.

Zhang Xiaohao followed him into the teahouse and into a room at the back.

The tattooed bouncer slapped the wall with one hand.

The wall split in the middle, revealing a set of stairs.

"Don’t look around, follow me down!" the tattooed bouncer said.

"Well hidden, indeed!" Zhang Xiaohao thought to himself with a cold chuckle.

Following the tattooed bouncer, he descended the stairs.

In sight was a vast underground space.

It was brightly lit, with people everywhere in the main hall.

All gamblers, excitedly shouting.

"Alright, take your time and have fun!" the tattooed brute said before leaving.

Zhang Xiaohao gave them a faint glance and looked away.

He walked toward the reception desk.

"Exchange twenty thousand yuan for chips," Zhang Xiaohao said.

He took out twenty thousand yuan and tossed it over.

"Hmm." The seductive woman at the counter responded and handed the chips to Zhang Xiaohao.

With the chips in hand, Zhang Xiaohao walked into the main hall.

He randomly picked a table and stopped.

"Bets are final, no take-backs! Bet big or small, come on gentlemen, place your bets!" the croupier smiled.

"How do we play?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.

"The odds for triples are tenfold, and for big and small, they’re double," the Croupier said.

"Hmm," Zhang Xiaohao nodded.

He casually threw his twenty thousand yuan worth of chips on triples.

"Damn it! I’ve been losing all day, I’m betting on triples this round!" a middle-aged man who was riled up shouted. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝘯𝘦𝘵

Saying so, he pushed all his chips onto triples.

"Gentlemen, have you all placed your bets? If so, I’m going to start!" the croupier said.

"This round is definitely a big one!"

"Triples! Triples! Triples!"

The crowd around them shouted loudly.

The croupier’s lips curled up, showing a playful smile.

"Wow! It’s actually triples! Hahaha... I told you! After losing all day, there’s no way I’d keep losing," the middle-aged man laughed triumphantly.

Zhang Xiaohao touched his nose and forced a smile.

He thought irritably, if it hadn’t been for me secretly manipulating the dice to change "small" to triples, you would probably have continued losing.

"Pay up! Quickly pay up!" the middle-aged man urged.

"Hmm," the croupier barely suppressing the urge to cry.

This round she had lost one million two hundred thousand.

Zhang Xiaohao had bet twenty thousand, the middle-aged man bet one hundred thousand.

The chips were handed over to both the middle-aged man and Zhang Xiaohao.

"Brother, have a cigarette. I’m so happy today. Damn, after losing all day, I finally won a round! I’m so thrilled," the middle-aged man said.

He pulled out a Zhonghua cigarette and handed it to Zhang Xiaohao.

"Hehe," Zhang Xiaohao chuckled.

He took the cigarette and began to smoke.

"Bets are final, no refunds! Gentlemen, the more you bet, the more you win, place your bets quickly!" the croupier said.

"Since I’m so lucky with triples, I’m betting on triples again!" the middle-aged man said.

He directly threw one million yuan worth of chips on triples.

"With such good luck brother, I’ll follow for another round!" Zhang Xiaohao laughed.

"Brother, you’ve got good taste! Follow me and I guarantee you won’t lose out," the middle-aged man said proudly.

The croupier gave them a playful look, and lightly stepped on a button under the table.

This button was set for "small."

"Open it! Hurry and open it! Triples! I want triples!" the middle-aged man shouted.

With a cold laugh inside, the croupier opened the dice.

"Ah!" Looking at the three sixes, the croupier gasped.

"Hahaha! It’s really triples again, my luck has finally turned around, the God of Wealth is smiling on me! Brother, just stick with me, I guarantee you’ll live the good life," the middle-aged man laughed proudly.

"That, that’s too many chips, I, I don’t have that much here, I, I’ll go get some money," the croupier said weakly.

"Haha! Hurry back, I’m still waiting for you to pay up!" the middle-aged man said.

Fighting back her crumbling spirit, the croupier ran towards the back.