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"It seems..."

Leon looked at the corpse on the ground, about to speak.

"Waaah—"

Tan Wenjie's hand had already covered it, successfully interrupting Lyon's insane speech about temporarily aiding the enemy.

"Brother Jie, what do we do now?" Ah Xing asked, dragging his injured leg.

That sounds like a familiar question.

"I'm going to the restroom to flush out toxins and waste from my body."

"Taking a dump?"

Having finally broken free from Tan Wenjie's grasp, Leon took a deep breath: "Ah Jie, did you not wash your hands after using the toilet? Never mind, it's not important."

He said seriously, "There is still one intruder we haven't found, so it's not time for us to relax yet."

Those Abyss Apostles who encounter Leon are courting death unless they possess the power to fight against the entire world.

After all, the world's will cannot arbitrarily call upon those powers, but Leon is the exception; his imagination may even surpass that of the world's will.

“I know how to find that person,” Tan Wenjie said.

Both of their eyes turned to him at the same time.

"Who are the people we're fighting?" Tan Wenjie gently fiddled with the beads on his wrist, looking as if he had everything under control.

Ah Xing: "Why does it feel like Brother Jie's IQ has suddenly increased?"

Leon: "This guy's even better at showing off than me!"

The hand that was fiddling with the beads stopped.

Ah Xing seemed to have been switched on, and blurted out, "It seems to be one of Qiu Xiaochi's people."

Tan Wenjie nodded: "That's right, so the last intruder must be..."

"Chou Xiaochi!" "God of Gamblers Ko Chun."

Ah Xing and Leon said in unison.

The two turned to look at each other, their eyes filled with confusion.

“How could he be my master?” Ah Xing immediately retorted. “My master is tall and handsome, the legendary God of Gamblers, and he’s involved in charity work. How could he be a bad guy?”

Lyon also had a different opinion: "You have to look beyond appearances to see the essence. The words 'Chou Xiaochi is the big villain' are almost tattooed on his forehead. Is it really him? Can't you be a little more original? If it were me, I would make Gao Jin the villain."

The two turned to look at Tan Wenjie again, waiting for him to give the correct answer.

“It’s one of Qiu Xiaochi’s underlings,” Tan Wenjie said. “They must be hiding around Qiu Xiaochi, giving him advice and strategies, and their ultimate target must be the God of Gamblers, Gao Jin.”

Such a simple and easy-to-understand answer, yet the two of them still guessed wrong.

The Abyss Invasion's objective is to eliminate the protagonist, corrupt the world, and seize its power.

Compared to the other main characters, the God of Gamblers, Ko Chun, is an open target; if not him, who else should be targeted?

Why not take care of Gao Jin himself first? He thought this was a good idea, the only problem being that doing so might make him appear as an enemy.

Since we couldn't join the Abyss faction and play the double agent tactic from the beginning, we can only play our cards openly in the defensive camp. This world absolutely cannot be breached, otherwise, we'll be left vulnerable.

"You're crazy, what are you doing?" Ah Xing noticed that Leon was leaning his head close to Lily's flowers and nodding repeatedly.

Lyon said, "I just heard that Qiu Xiaochi and the God of Gamblers Gao Jin are going to have a gambling match in Taipei!"

"How did you hear that?" Ah Xing asked, puzzled. He tried to imitate Leon by putting his ear close to the flower, but he couldn't hear anything.

“Of course, we’ll use the radio.” Leon pulled out a radio hidden behind his back. “Lily can only have basic conversations with me; she doesn’t know anything about current affairs or celebrity gossip.”

Ah Xing complained, "So this flower of yours can really talk? And where did you pull such a big radio out of?!"

“That’s not important.” Leon shoved the radio back behind his body.

Ah Xing groped around behind Leon, hoping to find a pocket big enough to hold a radio the size of a human head.

“Alright,” Tan Wenjie said, patting off imaginary dust from his clothes. “Since Qiu Xiaochi has already arranged a time for the gambling god Gao Jin to gamble, all we need to do is show up, and the rest will be simple.”

"How do I get there?" Ah Xing asked, puzzled.

"If I heard correctly, the broadcast just said that the people who organized this gambling game are from the East Lake Gang," Tan Wenjie asked Lyon.

Lyon nodded: "That's right."

Ah Xing: "Wait, why didn't I hear that?"

Tan Wenjie: "Then let's go find her."

Lyon: "It's good that you have connections."

Ah Xing: "Wait, what are you guys talking about?"

The dock where the massacre had taken place was now as quiet as a wilderness.

After they left, Tan Wenjie waved his hand, and the waves automatically swallowed up all the bodies without leaving a trace.

The taxi stopped in front of the Regent Hotel, and the three of them got out.

"Regent Hotel, Brother Jie, could it be that you also...?" Ah Xing's eyes widened in disbelief. He shook his head and sighed, "I never imagined that with so many beautiful wives at home, you would be doing this kind of thing outside. I'm so disappointed in you. Your taste is so unique!"

"Really?" Tan Wenjie asked, puzzled.

Although Haitang's figure, appearance, temperament, defense, and physical strength are all average, she is still considered top-tier among ordinary women who have not cultivated themselves.

I never expected Ah Xing to be so picky.

As they were talking, they entered the Regent Hotel, and Tan Wenjie made a phone call at the front desk.

"Miss Hai, does your East Lake Gang want to make a bet with the God of Gamblers, Ko Chun?"

"It's not our Donghu Gang, it's Qiu Xiaochi who wants to gamble with the God of Gamblers, Gao Jin."

Can we participate?

"Where are you?" The voice carried a hint of resentment.

"Regent Hotel Lobby"

"wait for me!"

A few minutes later, Haitang, dressed in a red dress, walked out of the hotel.

Her skirt hem carried a hot breeze.

"Hiss—" *N
All the men present were stunned by the other party's cool and handsome aura.

"Ah Jie." Haitang came to Tan Wenjie's side, and under his expressionless gaze, tilted her head up and gently kissed his cheek, saying shyly, "Let's go."

"Damn it!" Ah Xing exclaimed, pounding his chest in frustration.

Why didn't anyone tell me that girls from other places are of such a high standard?

He dragged his injured leg and caught up with the group.

The group entered the room, and Haitang explained the whole story. The bet was arranged between the God of Gamblers Gao Jin and Qiu Xiaochi, but Gao Jin was currently missing, and she was worried about it.

"Hello, who is this?" Ah Xing suddenly answered the phone.

“Ah Xing, it’s me, Long Wu.”

"Fifth Brother, what's wrong?"

"Your master, Gao Jin, is dead!"

"what?"

Ah Xing turned to look at everyone present. He believed that Long Wu's words had been heard.

"Qiu Xiaochi has a master by his side. He is very fast and his body is impervious to blades and spears. He seems to be a top-notch expert with special abilities. I was seriously injured and Gao Jin also died tragically at his hands. However, there is some good news."

"My master is dead, what good news could there be?" Ah Xing's eyes were filled with tears.

Tan Wenjie, who was standing next to him, also sighed. He had never seen the God of Gamblers. Moreover, the God of Gamblers had never taken a photo in all his years of roaming the world, and there was only a blurry photo of his back.

Now that the God of Gamblers, who was the "protagonist," has died, the invasion of the Abyss may have entered its next stage. Once the seeds have taken root, it will take some effort to pull them out.

The longer the Abyss invades, the greater the danger.

But when Tan Wenjie tried to sense the world, he found that not much had changed.

There must be other reasons behind this, he glanced at Lyon.

Lyon was picking his teeth when he noticed Tan Wenjie's gaze and looked puzzled: "Ah Jie, do you have a crush on me?"

Tan Wenjie raised his middle finger.

As long as nothing unexpected happens, it's fine. If the God of Gamblers dies, he dies.

Long Wu's voice came through the phone: "No one knows what the God of Gamblers, Ko Chun, looks like. This bet with Chou Siu-chi can continue. You can also avenge your master."

"Of course I want revenge!" Ah Xing's eyes were filled with rage.

Then Long Wu said, "However, Qiu Xiaochi has already taken control of the Donghu Gang. He has a group of Italian assassins under his command, as well as top-notch special ability experts who are invulnerable to blades and bullets. He is worth 1.6 billion US dollars and can make anyone in the world disappear without a sound."

"Ahem." Ah Xing cleared his throat. "I don't think blindly seeking revenge is advisable, Fifth Brother, what do you think?" "It's alright," Leon said. "As long as the betting continues, everything will be fine. If we don't have a God of Gamblers, we'll just find another one!"

Tan Wenjie had just nodded when he noticed that everyone's eyes were on him at the same time.

Why are you all looking at me like that?

“Ah Jie, your temperament is perfectly suited to be the God of Gamblers.”

“Yes,” Haitang nodded, “You look just like the God of Gamblers.”

"Brother Jie, I, the dignified God of Gamblers, call you Master? How arrogant of you."

"Me...God of Gamblers Ko Chun?"

As this thought arose, Tan Wenjie discovered that his Heavenly Dao level was rapidly increasing, leaping to level 10.

“Okay, I can impersonate the God of Gamblers, Ko Chun.” Tam Man-kit nodded.

If a gambling master calls himself his master, no one will doubt the authenticity of his identity.

However, it seems that the God of Gamblers has now become lame.

……

The gambling match between the God of Gamblers Ko Chun and Chau Siu Chi began as scheduled.

Because gambling is prohibited in Taipei, only underground casinos can be set up. So, while this gambling operation may seem to have no news on the surface, it has actually been brewing for some time.

As soon as they entered the casino, Tan Wenjie and the others focused their attention on the man next to Qiu Xiaochi.

The middle-aged man looked unremarkable, except for his large beer belly that prevented him from buttoning his shirt.

Lyon stepped forward first, spreading his arms wide and laughing loudly: "Hahahaha, everyone must already know who I am. That's right, I am... the Gambling Saint!"

The scene erupted in uproar. Unlike the God of Gamblers who never took photos and the Knight of Gamblers who was shrouded in mystery, the Saint of Gamblers was very flamboyant and often ran around.

Some people even took out photos to compare and finally nodded in agreement, confirming that he was indeed the God of Gamblers!
Because Ah Xing suffered a leg injury and his fighting ability was very unstable, Leon replaced Ah Xing.

The two looked exactly alike, and Tan Wenjie even suspected that Leon had used his imagination to heal Ah Xing's leg, and that the person who came with him might not be Leon, but Ah Xing himself.

"Let's give a round of applause to my master, the God of Gamblers!" Leon held a radio that he had pulled out from somewhere, which was playing the classic music that was essential when the God of Gamblers made his entrance.

Tan Wenjie walked forward with his hands behind his back. He often fought against 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals and was an enemy of the whole world. Playing the God of Gamblers was not about improving his spirit and energy, but about pretending to be a loser. Otherwise, if his aura was too strong, he might scare these people to their knees and not dare to move.

Standing next to Tan Wenjie, Haitang gently raised her hand to hug his arm, with a calm smile.

"God of Gamblers, we've finally met!" Qiu Xiaochi acknowledged Tan Wenjie's status as the God of Gamblers the moment he saw him.

Handsome, with an imposing presence, his sharp edge is like a steel spear.

He even felt a faint sense of fear, as if he were standing in front of a great rift valley, and a giant eye was staring at him from the depths of the rift.

"Who are you?" Tan Wenjie asked.

"Qiu Xiaochi!" Qiu Xiaochi introduced himself through gritted teeth, "What, I killed your woman and even pulled your child out of her womb, and you don't hate me at all?"

Tan Wenjie remained calm: "It's normal for a handsome man like me to have affairs. I've had a couple hundred wives. Which one are you talking about?"

"Good, as expected of the God of Gamblers, his heart is indeed hard!" Qiu Xiaochi sneered. He naturally did not believe that the God of Gamblers would really choose to give up revenge.

Regardless, I'm certain I'll win this bet.

The two sat on opposite sides of the gambling table.

"Do you know how to gamble?" Once they were actually at the table, Haitang suddenly realized that she had forgotten to ask Tan Wenjie if he knew how to play cards.

"No." Tan Wenjie said calmly.

His gaze remained fixed on that ordinary-looking man.

Noticing Tan Wenjie's gaze, the man turned around and then smiled.

The dealer deals the cards.

The entire audience held their breath, except for Tan Wenjie, who remained completely calm. He was now the absolute protagonist of this world, enjoying boundless good fortune.

“I’ll bet a hundred million US dollars.” Tan Wenjie tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

Qiu Xiaochi, who was on the other side, was taken aback.

He glanced at his own cards, then turned to look at the unremarkable man, and after the man gently shook his head, said, "I'm not betting."

The cards are dealt for the second time.

Without even glancing at his own cards, Tan Wenjie said directly, "One hundred million US dollars."

Qiu Xiaochi: "..."

Is it just bluffing, or is this just the God of Gamblers' style?

He looked again at the unremarkable man, who stared intently at Tan Wenjie's cards and then nodded slightly to Qiu Xiaochi.

"I'll go with you."

"10 million."

Begonia, standing nearby, was startled.

I've never seen anyone play cards like this before.

"What, you're scared?" Tan Wenjie raised his hand and glanced at his bare wrist, devoid of any adornment. "I'm in a bit of a rush. If you don't have enough leverage, don't waste other people's time."

Playing a cracked version is different; he carries mountains of gold and silver with him, so a little money is just a number.

"I'll go for it!" Qiu Xiaochi gritted his teeth. Even if it cost him his entire fortune, he was determined to win.

His obsession was to beat the God of Gamblers, Ko Chun.

I have a straight flush of hearts (56789), and the opponent's "Ko Chun" has 678910. I am guaranteed to win.

"Open the cards."

Tan Wenjie revealed his hand, which was indeed a 10.

"Hahaha!" Qiu Xiaochi laughed wildly, confident of victory, but when he opened his cards, he found it was a Jack of Spades.

The entire room fell silent.

The atmosphere wasn't stirred up, and the audience who wanted to catch a glimpse of the God of Gamblers were speechless. All that was missing was a tumbleweed and a crow flying by to create a truly baffling scene.

"Want to play again?" Tan Wenjie asked. "Next round, 20 billion."

Qiu Xiaochi: "..."

I'm out of money, I can't afford to gamble anymore.

The audience's eyes widened in disbelief, as if they all wanted to say: "That's it? I could do that too."

"Attack!" Qiu Xiaochi drew his gun and aimed it at Tan Wenjie. The unremarkable man beside him rushed forward, shouting, "Kill the God of Gamblers first!"

boom!
The gunshot finally shattered the calm atmosphere, and screams erupted like pebbles thrown into a still lake.

Tan Wenjie had already raised his hand and caught the bullet. He casually flung it back, hitting Qiu Xiaochi right between the eyebrows. At the same time, he grabbed the man who was rushing towards him with his right hand, and with a forceful pull and tug, the black energy was pulled out as if it were a spine.

In his palm, the Abyss Apostle writhed wildly, but it was as if it were trapped in a glass tank, unable to break free of his grasp.

Without the support of the Abyss Apostles, the ordinary-looking man collapsed and fell unconscious.

The plastic wrap was stretched out and wrapped around the Abyss Apostle.

Lyon quickly wrapped the plastic wrap around the toy several times, turning it into a ball: "Done! We're done."

"Ahhhhh!!"

The atmosphere at the scene became incredibly lively.

Catching bullets with bare hands and subduing enemies with one hand—this scene is much more entertaining than gambling.

"God of Gamblers! God of Gamblers! God of Gamblers!" *N
The crowd cheered in unison.

Tan Wenjie smiled, raised his hands, and slowly spun around in place as a greeting.

"Have fun, everyone. I have a date to attend, so I'll have to excuse myself now."

He turned and left.

Lyon and Haitang followed.

"You don't want those chips anymore?" Haitang asked softly.

"How could I possibly have billions?" Tan Wenjie said frankly. "Besides, I pulled out the filth from that guy's body."

"Something dirty?" Haitang thought of the ordinary-looking man with an unusually large belly, and then asked, "What would happen if we pulled it out?"

"What would happen if you ate the wrong thing and got a stomachache?" Tan Wenjie asked rhetorically.

Haitang's expression changed, and she quickened her pace as she ran outside.

As they left the hall, the doors were closed.

"Pfft—!" A deafening explosion erupted from behind.

The spectators inside the casino were instantly plunged into a hellish, sealed environment filled with the stench of rotten eggs. (End of Chapter)