Chapter 45

In just three minutes, he lost nearly six million, a significant blunder that Brother Ba had never experienced in over a year of being a resident.

However, at this moment, he had no reason to refuse to pay.

"Again!" The words only fueled his defiance.

"Sure!" After a long while, he felt that his technique might have been flawed, and he had miscalculated.

Defiant?

Looking for death.

Zhao Zhiqiang shook his head.

In the next round, he bet two million and the nearly eighty thousand in commission.

Win again.

This time, the bet amount reached seven million.

Zhao Zhiqiang once again received over one million in chips.

"Again?"

Zhao Zhiqiang calmly threw down the chips in his hand, looked at his almost exhausted opponent, and wagged his finger, "You can't do it. Change the player. If no one else comes, I'll go to other rooms."

The onlookers and the casino staff didn't dare to breathe. In just ten minutes, he had won another seven million. And from his words, it was clear he was going to sweep the place. Wherever he went, there would be no chance for others to win, whether they were players or the casino. In other words—he was here to kick the place out.

Even Xiaoli, who was a prostitute, now understood that this young man wasn't here to play.

In one hour, he had won eleven million, and now no one in Wu Cai's room was playing; they were all watching. The loss in just this hour—trouble was brewing!

She was so scared that her legs were trembling, and she felt the urge to urinate. She wanted to leave but didn't dare to. The people guarding the place had already gathered, and trouble was brewing, trouble was brewing...

Meng Jun and Bai Haijun, who had been observing in the surveillance room, couldn't sit still anymore. After Brother Ba lost four rounds, they hurriedly came to Wu Cai's room.

They politely handed over the chips that the previous players were due, and gave each of them ten thousand in cash, asking the nervous and shocked gamblers to leave and go upstairs. Wu Cai's room was left with only Zhao Zhiqiang.

"Sir, I am Meng Jun. I apologize for disturbing your game. You are a master of the thousand techniques, and we at Jin Zun cannot find a worthy opponent for you. If you have any demands, please let us know. Here are five million, a small token of our appreciation, and this is our Jin Zun's Supreme Card. You will feel at home here..." Meng Jun had prepared the cash and the Supreme Card, ready to make peace.

Bai Haijun had disagreed before entering, thinking that a young man who came alone, not knowing the sky from the earth, was treating Jin Zun like a cheap inn. He had argued with Meng Jun all the way.

Now, no matter how he looked at Zhao Zhiqiang, he saw red. Eleven million! That was his annual salary plus bonus.

Zhao Zhiqiang smiled calmly, crossed his legs, and didn't even bother to stand up to greet them, "Mr. Meng? Are you here to slap my face? Five million? I give more to the homeless on the street."

Meng Jun now understood that this man was here for a cause, not for money.

Bai Haijun couldn't swallow his pride. In his eyes, this man, dressed in cheap clothes, was here to pick a fight. Now that Mr. Meng had humbled himself to beg him, he was still putting on airs and refusing to give face!

"Kid! Mr. Meng has given you enough respect. Don't be ungrateful. Take the money and get out, or you won't leave this place alive today!"

Bai Haijun had a background in the underworld, and in his early years, he had been a ruthless thug, serving time and hurting people. His aura was very intimidating. As he got angry, his true colors showed, and he waved his hand, and over a dozen men in black suits surrounded them.

The atmosphere was tense.

Zhao Zhiqiang didn't even look at them, ignoring the man and looking at the more refined Meng Jun, "Mr. Meng, are you running a business or a black hole? I didn't expect that the so-called top of the four provinces, Jin Zun, is just a small pond. Well, this trip was a waste. Want to fight? Ha, you can beat me, but I think the news that Jin Zun doesn't even have a decent gambling king will soon spread throughout the gambling world. Then, it won't just be me who comes to play! I wonder if Mr. Bai is prepared to deal with everyone?"

Meng Jun's face changed. He suddenly realized that this man might be from the other side.

Boss Zhou... He thought of a possibility.

"Wait!" He shouted.

But it was too late.

Zhao Zhiqiang sidestepped the two Jin Zun guards who lunged at him and kicked Bai Haijun to the ground.

His speed was so fast that the dozen men around him didn't even react!

In the time it took to be stunned, Zhao Zhiqiang had already moved behind Meng Jun.

"Mr. Meng, ha, I didn't expect such a good place to have such amateur management! No decent thousand hands show your low standards, and your guards are so weak. Oh, right, I heard you have a Mr. Zhao? He's in charge of gathering local thugs, bullying the people, seizing land, and extorting protection fees. Ha, do you really think you can act without restraint in Bin City? Impressive. Come on, do you have any decent fighters? Including that Mr. Zhao, let them all come and bite me! If not, guns are fine too."

"Damn!"

Zhao Tiejun shouted as he appeared at the door.

He had just heard that someone was causing trouble in the VIP Wu Cai room, and he hurriedly left Zhu Zhijun, who was being tortured by a 2000-watt light bulb, and rushed over.

He recognized the voice from outside the door and was curious about who it could be. When he entered, he was both shocked and angry!

Zhao Zhiqiang!

It was this archenemy.

Damn, where is the guy who was supposed to take care of him?

"Four-eyed toad, you're a bit late, ha." Zhao Zhiqiang sneered, "What, are you going to deal with Zhu Zhijun yourself? Idiot, you've been torturing him for so long. Hasn't he signed yet?"

Zhao Tiejun snorted and strode over, but he suddenly remembered this man's skills and quickly dodged, "Attack him, beat him to death!"

Zhao Zhiqiang sneered, "Mr. Meng, are all your men like him?"

He stood up, his knuckles cracking, fully focused on the fight.

He wasn't afraid of a fight. Even if they used guns, he was confident he could leave safely.

However, he didn't want to start a fight unless absolutely necessary. He believed that Meng Jun was a businessman, and people like Zhao Tiejun and Bai Haijun wouldn't cross his line. He wanted to see how much he was worth, so he used words to provoke him again.

At the same time, he dodged the attacks of four small thugs, moved to Zhao Tiejun's side, and delivered a backhand kick. Before Zhao Tiejun could react, he was thrown several meters away!

Zhao Tiejun lost his balance and crashed into Xiaoli, who was holding a bag of chips and didn't know what to do. They both fell to the ground.

"Stop!"

"Stop..." Meng Jun hadn't even finished shouting when he heard a clear and angry voice from behind.

Who came?