I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

On the other side, Zhang Yangqing and his group waited at the casino entrance for quite a while.

At the end of Broken Bone Street stands a black building without windows.

The exterior walls are rough black stone, without any decoration, except for a huge iron gate.

The iron gate was engraved with intricate patterns and emitted faint energy fluctuations.

Two guards stood at the entrance, each with four arms, blood-red eyes, and wearing black uniforms. Their aura was terrifying; to ordinary supernatural beings, these two were at the level of killing gods.

Zhang Yangqing stood at the door, glancing around to see if there was any useful information.

Strange people occasionally passed by on the street; some were in a hurry, while others were fighting each other. But when they got near the casino, they would unconsciously slow down and lower their voices.

This is the safest place on Broken Bones Street, and also the most dangerous.

The Copper-Skinned Ghost and the Yellow-Haired Ghost finally arrived, a little later than expected.

Copper Skin walked up to Zhang Yangqing quickly and strangely, took out the black energy crystal from his pocket, and handed it over with both hands: "Great God, this is what you want."

His movements were respectful and his tone sincere, but Huang Mao strangely noticed that his fingers trembled slightly, not from nervousness, but from heartache. He must be very reluctant to part with this crystal.

Zhang Yangqing took the crystal and casually said, "You're a little late."

Copper Skin stood there eerily for a while, and seeing that Zhang Yangqing showed no intention of speaking, he couldn't help but say, "Master, I ran into some trouble on my way here. My territory was in a bit of trouble. A few fools tried to cause trouble while I was away. I dealt with it, so I'm late."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Yangqing interrupted him: "You're talking too much."

Copper Skin's eerie expression froze for a moment, then he quickly lowered his head, his voice muffled: "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

He knew that Zhang Yangqing was telling him, "All I want is for you to admit your mistake, not your explanation."

Even if you know you've been reprimanded, you still have to admit your mistake.

The blond-haired man stood strangely behind, watching this scene with mixed feelings.

Just now in the West District, Copper Skin was a tyrant, a domineering figure who could make people tremble with fear without uttering a single word.

Now here, he's a lackey, a follower, and he has to apologize for even saying an extra word.

It's just like two people.

The blond-haired man looked at Zhang Yangqing strangely. This man did not show any anger, nor did he display any intimidating power. He even had a faint smile on his face.

But his every move makes people nearby speculate and fear.

His mere presence, doing nothing, was a form of oppression.

Of course, this kind of oppression only works on those who have something to hide.

The passengers next to Zhang Yangqing, who were on good terms with him, were quite relaxed.

They didn't need to guess Zhang Yangqing's thoughts, nor did they need to fear whether Zhang Yangqing would discover their ideas, because they had no ill intentions.

Huang Mao sighed inwardly. This was the difference; even top-tier figures had their differences.

Zhang Yangqing tossed the crystal directly to the mouthless monster: "You only have one chance, so seize it yourself."

The mouthless man took the crystal with a strange expression, his hands trembling slightly. He knew it was very precious and was extremely grateful to Zhang Yangqing.

His eyes were filled with unwavering determination to win! He would absolutely not let the legend down!
Copper Skin's lips twitched slightly as he read this, thinking to himself: "I gave you what you deserved!"

But he dared not provoke Zhang Yangqing, so he could only pretend not to see it.

Zhang Yangqing waved his hand and led the group toward the casino entrance.

The four-armed guard at the gate saw them and immediately reached out to stop them, his voice heavy: "Please show your pass."

Zhang Yangqing handed over the black VIP card.

The guard took the card, glanced at it, and his expression instantly changed.

He took a step back, bowed, and gestured with all four arms in a "please" gesture: "Distinguished guest, please come in."

The iron gate slowly opened, revealing a huge space inside, several times larger than it appeared from the outside.

Dozens of crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, emitting a dim, yellowish light that illuminated the entire hall as if it were daytime.

The floor was covered with a dark red carpet that was soft and slippery underfoot, making no sound.

The surrounding walls are inlaid with various eerie reliefs, some laughing, some crying, and some screaming.

The hall was filled with gambling tables, each surrounded by eerie figures. Some were shouting, some remained silent, some were excitedly banging on the tables, and some were pounding their chests in frustration.

The air was thick with the smells of smoke and alcohol, as well as some inexplicable, exciting, and eerie atmosphere.

A waiter came out from inside, wearing a black vest and a white shirt, with a professional smile on his face.

His eyes had vertical pupils, his tongue was forked, and he spoke with a slight hiss: "VIP, this way please. Would you like to go to the regular section or the VIP section?"

Zhang Yangqing glanced around the hall, his gaze lingering on the gambling tables for a moment before turning to the mouthless, eerie figure: "Don't rush. Warm up and familiarize yourself with the rules here."

The mouthless creature nodded strangely, indicating that it understood.

Zhang Yangqing said this with a purpose. Rule 17 tells the Chosen One, "The underground casino in Yudu can provide the clues you want, but only if you win. Remember, you cannot let the man in the gold collar lose. Whatever he bets, you must let him win; otherwise, you will be stuck in the casino forever."

This rule may seem complicated, but it's actually quite simple.

If you can win, you can't let the person with the gold collar lose; that would be a win-win situation.

The best way is to bet with him and win against the house.

Zhang Yangqing's gaze swept around the hall and quickly locked onto a target.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a gold stand-up collar, sitting at the roulette table with a worried expression.

His hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were chapped; he looked like he had been gambling here for a long time.

He had very few chips left, but he kept betting as if he were possessed.

Most importantly, Zhang Yangqing's double pupils seemed to sense that this guy was human, not a strange creature.

People around him were laughing at him.

"The big fat sheep is here again!"

"Every time you bring treasures, you lose them all and never learn!"

"That kind of idiot deserves to be slaughtered!"

Zhang Yangqing walked over and sat down next to him, deliberately pretending to be a first-timer and asking somewhat awkwardly, "Hello, this is my first time here. How do you play this roulette?"

The high-earning man looked up at him, as if he had seen someone who shared his plight.

He sighed, pointed to the roulette wheel on the table, and explained weakly, "See that roulette wheel? The dealer spins it, and whoever bets on which number the ball lands on wins. You can bet on a single number, or you can bet on a color, or you can bet on odd or even. The odds are different."

Zhang Yangqing nodded, took some chips out of his pocket, and placed them on the table.

"Then I'll give it a try."

He randomly bet on a number.

The mouthless creature stood eerily not far away, its gaze sweeping over the roulette wheel, its finger twitching slightly.

The dealer spun the roulette wheel, and the ball bounced a few times on the surface before finally stopping on a number.

It was the number that Zhang Yangqing had bet on.

A gasp rippled through the crowd, and the white-collar man's eyes lit up.

Zhang Yangqing deliberately feigned a surprised expression, as if he hadn't expected to win.

He carefully put away the chips he won and then randomly placed another bet.

I won again, so I placed another bet and won again.

I won seven or eight games in a row.

The white-collar man's eyes lit up, and he started placing bets following Zhang Yangqing's lead.

He bet on whatever Zhang Yangqing bet on, and he always wins.

He won back the chips he lost, one by one.

The worry on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a long-lost excitement.

The people around him went from mocking him to envying him, and from envying him to being jealous of him.

After winning a few rounds, Zhang Yangqing suddenly stopped betting.

The high-earning man was winning enthusiastically when he saw him stop playing and became a little anxious: "Why did you stop? You're having such good luck, keep going!" (End of Chapter)