Chapter 5

"Life gambling?"

Yan Feng furrowed his brow, and his good impression of Zhang Chen slightly diminished.

In his youth, he also enjoyed life gambling, but as he grew older, he realized how ridiculous such behavior was.

Especially after he narrowly lost in his last life gamble a few days ago, he had an even greater aversion to such things.

However, seeing Zhang Chen's relaxed and carefree expression, he felt a faint sense of disappointment.

It had been so many years since he had that attitude of looking down on the world and treating everything as trivial!

Perhaps it was this emotion that made him have someone bring a revolver and place it on the table.

"Colt Python, I got it from America. Does it suit you?" Yan Feng asked slowly.

Zhang Chen picked it up, weighed it lightly in his hand, and immediately a sinister smile appeared on his face.

This was purely a subconscious action; in his heart, there was actually more excitement and thrill.

After living so long, he finally got to touch a real gun!

Bang!

After examining it for a while, he finally found the safety. He pulled it and immediately pulled the trigger, firing at the floor. A black hole appeared, with wisps of smoke rising.

"Good stuff, indeed good stuff!" Zhang Chen laughed, "The boss should also like this gun, right?"

But Yan Feng shook his head, "I trust my fists more."

"That's a pity." Zhang Chen shrugged, suddenly raised his head, and a cold look appeared in his eyes as he released a "Threaten."

As a former boss, Yan Feng's mental strength was clearly not comparable to that of a group of small-time hooligans. Under the "Threaten," he only felt a brief dizziness and quickly regained his senses.

By then, Zhang Chen had already fired a shot, the bullet instantly spraying out of the barrel.

"You dare!" Yan Feng shouted, leaning back sharply, barely avoiding the bullet that would have hit his heart. However, the bullet still pierced through his shoulder, shattering the bone.

Yan Feng was furious, and with a powerful slap, the thick gambling table broke into two pieces!

Then, his massive fist struck Zhang Chen with the force of a meteor, exerting an indescribable pressure that seemed capable of flattening Zhang Chen's head!

"Old man, just die early!" Zhang Chen laughed, quickly firing all the bullets in the gun, instantly turning Yan Feng's thick chest into a sieve.

The massive body fell to the ground with a look of不甘 (unwillingness), blood pooling around it, quickly turning the room red.

The two henchmen finally reacted, but Zhang Chen wouldn't give them any chance.

A "Threaten" first stunned one of them, then he quickly rushed forward, grabbed the henchman's hair, and slammed his head into the ground.

Bang!

A loud noise, and the henchman's forehead turned black and blue, the force almost knocking him out.

Turning the gun butt, Zhang Chen struck the henchman's temple, then pulled the other one to the ground, repeatedly smashing his head with the gun butt, like cracking nuts. Before long, both henchmen had large holes in their foreheads.

Zhang Chen stood up, sighing in relief.

He looked coldly at the dealer, who fainted with a scream without Zhang Chen even touching him.

"Task 1 completed, reward issued: 30 Magic Cube points, a set of Plum Blossom Sword Technique."

"Magic Cube points: Universal transaction points for the Magic Cube, can be used to trade items with the Magic Cube. Cannot be used temporarily as the store is not yet open."

"Plum Blossom Sword Technique: White-grade sword technique, increases strength by 1 point and agility by 2 points when used, deals 5-7 points of normal attack damage, and 8-12 points of critical attack damage."

The virtual screen flickered, and Zhang Chen glanced at it briefly, then ignored it.

His gaze fell on Yan Feng's body.

Next to Yan Feng, a white light was slowly shining. Upon closer inspection, it was an old bandage, stained with blood.

Zhang Chen had never seen this before, and it was clear that no one would have thrown this bandage on the ground.

So, the only explanation was...

"Equipment drop?" Zhang Chen asked curiously, "Will I look like this when I get killed in the future?"

Picking up the bandage, the virtual screen quickly displayed another message.

"Blood-stained bandage: White-grade hand equipment, increases strength by 2 points and attack by 1-4 points when equipped. Can be stacked.

Equipment ability: Bloodbath: When health is below 3, there is a 50% chance to activate the Bloodbath state, ignoring all damage and increasing attack by 300% for 90 seconds.

Originally used by Yan Feng in black boxing matches, it contains his years of fighting spirit and has accompanied him through countless victories from defeat, making it the best companion for home and murder."

Zhang Chen immediately equipped the bandage on his hand, and a faint electric sensation surged through him. He clenched his fist, indeed feeling his strength increase.

"Next, I need to deal with these things!" Zhang Chen muttered, looking at the three bodies on the ground.

He threw the two henchmen's bodies to the side, picked up Yan Feng's heavy body, quickly sealed his wounds, and tidied his clothes.

Then, he draped Yan Feng's arm over his shoulder and slowly moved out of the room.

As soon as he stepped out, he felt several pairs of eyes on him.

He quickly scanned the area and directed the "Threaten" at a waiter who was lighting a cigarette for a hall master.

The "Threaten" made the waiter lose control, and the flame quickly ignited the hall master's hair.

Already in a state of shock, the hall master panicked, pulling a cup of strong liquor over his head, and the flames quickly spread, causing chaos in the hall.

In this situation, although a few people still paid attention to Zhang Chen, most were focused on the scene of Zhang Chen and Yan Feng walking together, not noticing that Yan Feng's condition was clearly wrong.

Moving to the deck, Zhang Chen felt much more relaxed.

He carefully put Yan Feng in a life jacket and threw him into the sea. Then, he walked off the cruise ship and smiled at the two henchmen who had followed him, "Your boss wants to see you, hurry up."

The two henchmen thanked him excitedly and followed Zhang Chen into the speedboat without any suspicion.

After retrieving Yan Feng, he quickly returned to the dock.

By the time Zhang Chen was driving back, the fight seemed to be almost over.

A group of henchmen in a minivan were gathered around Miss Fang's hotel, scratching their heads, but not daring to enter.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Zhang Chen shouted.

One of them turned around, seeing Zhang Chen in a broken police car, and urgently shouted, "What are you doing? Running away after a fight is one thing, but stealing a police car? Do you want to die!"

Zhang Chen ignored him and said, "Take me to see the hall master, I have something important to deliver!"

The man asked curiously what it was, and Zhang Chen didn't hide it, waving his hand, "In the trunk, go look."

He opened the trunk, and the man was stunned.

Yan Feng's body lay stiffly, like a cold, damp towel, making him feel quite uncomfortable.

But this thing could clearly let a group of henchmen know one thing.

Liang Kun, is about to rise!

...

Zhang Chen didn't think too much about what he would face in the future.

For him, the plot would officially begin in more than ten years, and during this time, he had plenty of opportunities to gradually improve his strength and build his own power circle.

Now, his greater interest was focused on the "Plum Blossom Sword Technique."

The Plum Blossom Sword Technique granted by the Magic Cube was more like a skill.

Like skills in online games, it could be activated with a quick key, without much practice.

Of course, this didn't mean that the Plum Blossom Sword Technique was just a simple form.

The Plum Blossom Sword Technique Zhang Chen obtained was a rather vague image. Now, if he wanted to use it, he could only do so by activating the skill. However, if he could learn a few moves from it, it would be infinitely useful.

Now, he planned to practice this sword technique thoroughly!

Standing on a public sports field, under the dark night sky, Zhang Chen held a watermelon knife and slowly moved.

The blade flashed, though not yet fully formed, it already resembled plum blossoms falling, with countless shadows flickering, like a dense forest of blades, suddenly descending, as if shredding the moonlight!

Of course, this was just Zhang Chen's own feeling.

In reality, the Plum Blossom Sword Technique in his hands, though fast, was still chaotic and clear. In actual use, it would still rely on skill points.

But, it didn't matter.

After all, he had plenty of time, didn't he?