Rampaging Through the Heavens: Starting by sending Chan Ho-nam to Stanley

Chapter 194 Don't come any closer!

He paused.

"While I can't always win big, I can easily win small amounts."

He glanced at Dianeson again.

"Today..."

He dragged out the sound.

"Maybe you're just too unlucky, which makes her luck even better."

"#!"

Diane slammed his hand on the table.

"I challenge you to a one-on-one duel!"

Chen Yuan was still smiling.

"A battle of wits or a battle of wits?"

he asks.

Dianeson paused for a moment.

"What kind of verbal or physical struggle?"

"A battle of wits is just another form of gambling."

Chen Yuan said.

"Armed combat is..."

He reached out a hand and placed it on the back of the chair where the gambler next to him was sitting.

The gambler was startled and hadn't even had time to react...

A "click" sound.

Where Chen Yuan pressed his palm, a piece of wood was forcibly broken off.

That piece of wood was about the size of a palm and two fingers thick.

The gambler next door: (o)

He looked at the hole in the back of his chair, then at the piece of wood in Chen Yuan's hand, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

The surroundings fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared at the piece of wood in Chen Yuan's hand.

Dianeson swallowed hard.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, making a "gulp" sound.

Then he spoke.

The voice was eight octaves lower than before.

"Of course it's... a battle of wits."

His voice sounded a little unsteady.

"I challenge you to a one-on-one gambling match!"

Do you think he's stupid?!

If that piece of wood were broken on him, several of his bones would be broken.

"Gambling skills?"

Chen Yuan shook his head with a regretful expression, as if he was genuinely feeling sorry for Dianeson.

I don't know how to gamble.

He sighed.

"I think we should resort to force?"

He walked toward Dianesen with a smile, rubbing his fist as he went.

His fists clenched so tightly they cracked, the sound particularly clear in the quiet casino.

Dianeson's face turned pale, and he took two steps back, nearly falling over after bumping into a chair.

He frantically grabbed the back of the chair, his eyes fixed on Chen Yuan's hand—the very hand that had snapped the chair back in two.

That piece of wood is still lying on the ground.

It's about the size of a palm, two fingers thick, and has an uneven cross-section.

Dianeson swallowed hard; his legs went weak.

"You...you stay away!"

His voice was trembling.

Just then—

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three gunshots rang out, shaking the chandeliers throughout the casino and causing the glasses to jingle on the bar.

"what!"

Dianeson let out a scream, instinctively closed his eyes, covered his head with his hands, and squatted down, curling into a ball.

Several seconds passed.

He found that he didn't feel any pain anywhere on his body.

Diane cautiously opened his eyes, touched his chest, then his stomach, and then his head. After confirming that he was safe and sound, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

Then he realized what was happening.

That guy on the other side doesn't seem to be carrying a gun either.

Where did the gunshots come from?

He looked in the direction of the sound.

The others also looked in the direction of the sound.

The casino is next to a bar, and the two areas are separated by a low wall with an unobstructed view.

At that moment, a group of people dressed in red appeared in the bar, each carrying a gun.

Long guns, short guns, submachine guns, shotguns—you name it, they had it.

The guns gleamed coldly under the lights, their dark muzzles pointed directly at the crowd.

The leader was a man in his forties, wearing a black suit and glasses, with a smile on his face.

That smile looked gentle and polite, like that of a gentleman you'd meet at a cocktail party.

But there wasn't a hint of a smile in his eyes.

He held up a long-handled pistol, wisps of smoke rising from its muzzle.

On the stage, Captain William of the Fugui Maru lay dead in a pool of blood.

Not moving at all.

Blood slowly seeped from beneath him, staining the stage floor red.

The people in the bar were stunned for a second.

Then...

"ah--!!!"

Screams erupted, like a bomb exploding in the crowd.

The crowd instantly descended into chaos. Some ran towards the door, some crawled under the table, some collapsed to the ground in terror, and others crouched in place, trembling with fear.

The gang leader smiled and waved.

He laughed heartily, as if he were enjoying a good show.

The red-clad bandits behind him immediately raised their spears and fired several shots overhead.

The gunshots were deafening.

The bar's chandelier was smashed, and shards of glass rained down, hitting the floor, tables, and people.

The crowd was so frightened that they ran in another direction.

Another group of red-clad bandits rushed out from another direction, also raising their long guns and frantically pulling the triggers above their heads.

"Bang bang bang!"

The spent cartridges clattered and fell to the ground.

The crowd in the bar immediately quieted down.

They all crouched on the ground, covering their heads, huddled together, and trembling.

No one dared to run anymore.

No one dared to shout anymore.

The bandit leader nodded in satisfaction, his gaze sweeping over the squatting men as if they were a herd of obedient livestock.

He waved again.

"Invite all the VIPs from the casino next door to come over here as well."

"receive!"

Several thugs in red immediately rushed towards the casino.

In fact, the casino and the bar are just a step apart, with no obstructions in between, so the gamblers can see everything that is happening in the bar.

Captain William collapsed on the stage.

The group of people in red were carrying guns.

blood.

Glass shards.

Screams.

Gunshots.

I saw it all.

I heard everything.

With red-clad thugs already surrounding them, their dark gun barrels pointed at them, the gamblers didn't need to be "invited" at all; they had already obediently squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, just like the other patrons in the bar.

He Min squatted down next to Chen Yuan and reached out to tug at his sleeve.

The force was neither too light nor too heavy, but very resolute.

Chen Yuan looked down at her.

He Min didn't speak, she just looked at him and shook her head.

That look was clear: don't make any rash moves.

With so many people and so many guns, even if Chen Yuan were Superman, he couldn't possibly escape unscathed.

She didn't want anything to happen to her man.

Chen Yuan looked at her and smiled.

The smile was faint, as if to say "Don't worry".

He didn't move.

He just squatted there, just like everyone else.

After all, he already knew that bandits would appear on the ship.

I was just worried that there wasn't enough fun to be had.

Now that the fun has come to him, he needs to watch this show carefully.

Soon, the gamblers were driven to the front of the bar stage by the red-clad thugs and gathered together with the bar's customers.

Upon contact between the two groups, many people showed surprise on their faces.

"Oh, Boss Wang, you're here too?"

A middle-aged man in a suit looked up at another middle-aged man squatting next to him.

His expression was complex, a mixture of surprise, embarrassment, and a hint of schadenfreude, as if to say, "You're just as unlucky as me."

"Yes, Boss Zhang, what brings you here?"

The man called Boss Wang gave a wry smile.

"My wife and I came here for a visit, who knew..."

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"Who says otherwise? My company insisted that I come, saying that the Grand Lisboa Hotel was launching and I had to come and support it, and this is what happened."

The two looked at each other and saw the same message in each other's eyes.

How could you be so unlucky?