Chapter 17

Everyone's mouths were agape, their eyes staring at Chen Dasheng as if they had seen the Buddha manifesting a miracle.

Liu Yunshi turned around in confusion, only to see He Liang holding a gun handle, the gun body already flown off to who knows where, and the finger that had been on the trigger was also missing.

His entire palm was drenched in dark red blood, and the playing card that Chen Dasheng had just thrown, still with momentum, had left a shallow cut on He Liang's chest before embedding itself straight into his left shoulder.

A single playing card not only destroyed He Liang's gun but also injured him. Everyone felt as if they had encountered a divine miracle. This kind of scene, which only appeared in martial arts films, had actually reenacted in real life, right in front of them. Even Liu Yunshi was completely shocked by the sight.

Seeing the immense damage he had caused, a hint of horror flashed in Chen Dasheng's eyes. It had been a purely instinctive reaction, and with nothing else at hand except a few bundles of money and some playing cards.

He couldn't possibly throw the money, could he? When he grabbed the playing card and threw it, he had a moment of regret. How could a playing card compare to a bullet? But it was too late to find something else. He had even braced himself for He Liang's bullet to hit his forehead, but he never expected the playing card, propelled by his immense strength, to have such power.

Chen Dasheng felt a bit relieved. Fortunately, they were playing Three-Card Poker. If they had been playing mahjong, a single tile would have killed He Liang on the spot.

"Which eye did you see me cheating with? Can't you take a loss?" Suppressing his surprise, Chen Dasheng stared directly at He Liang, speaking with extreme disdain.

Now that the most threatening weapon, the gun, was destroyed, these three people were no match for him without it.

"Ah!"

Shaken by Chen Dasheng's words, the sensation seemed to return to He Liang's body at that moment. The gun handle in his hand clattered onto the table, blood spewing everywhere. The pain from the severed finger made He Liang clutch his palm and cry out in agony.

"Ah, Brother Liang!"

The two henchmen were startled. Ah Hu reached out to support He Liang, while Ah Biao, seeing He Liang injured, was instantly enraged. He swung his fist, which was as big as a sandbag, at Chen Dasheng.

Chen Dasheng's lips curled, and he didn't move a muscle. His right hand shot out and grabbed Ah Hu's fist in his palm.

Ah Biao's forward momentum came to an abrupt stop, as if he had hit a solid iron wall. His fist didn't hurt, but the powerful counterforce made his entire right arm numb, and his head spun.

"Hmph, overestimating yourself!"

Chen Dasheng coldly snorted and squeezed his hand. Crack, crack, crack, the eerie sound of bones grinding together pierced everyone's eardrums.

"Ah!"

Ah Biao felt Chen Dasheng's hand like a vise. He tried to break free, but it was futile. The intense pain instantly cleared his dazed mind.

His scream was more piercing than a pig being slaughtered. Chen Dasheng grabbed Ah Biao's hand, pushed and pulled it, and then let go. Ah Biao's entire right arm went limp.

Ah Biao screamed continuously and fell to the ground, his left hand clutching his right arm. Chen Dasheng's seemingly casual push and pull had dislocated his strong right arm, and the intense pain made him feel almost faint.

"Brother Liang, are you refusing to acknowledge your loss and trying to attack me?" Chen Dasheng didn't even look at Ah Biao, turning instead to He Liang, whose face had turned pale from blood loss, and said with a half-smile.

He Liang's expression was a mix of pain and shock. The pain from the severed finger contorted his already ugly features. "I, He Liang, am blind. I never thought I would encounter a master. May I ask which of the eighteen Gamblers' Saints you are?"

He Liang's lips trembled as he clearly tried to endure the intense pain.

"Gamblers' Saints? What Gamblers' Saints?" Chen Dasheng was taken aback. What was this? He had never heard of it.

Hearing Chen Dasheng's words, He Liang clearly didn't believe him, thinking Chen Dasheng was feigning ignorance. "How could that be? With your gambling skills, you can't be unknown. I, He Liang, rank third among the seventy-two gambling kings in China. I can confidently say that only the eighteen people on the Gamblers' Saints list can beat me."

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Chen Dasheng looked at He Liang as if he were a lunatic, waving the platinum card. "I don't care about your gambling titles. I just want to know the password for this card."

"Are you looking down on me by not revealing your name?" He Liang gritted his teeth. The name "Chen Dasheng" sounded too common, and he assumed Chen Dasheng had been using a fake name all along, actually a hidden gambling master.

Chen Dasheng grinned. "If it weren't for the money, I wouldn't even look at you. How could I look down on you? One last time, what's the password for this card?"

He Liang's face twitched violently. Facing a master like Chen Dasheng, he dared not show any anger. "Today, I, He Liang, admit defeat. The password is 123456. We'll meet again another day!"

"Anytime!" Chen Dasheng coldly smiled. Although He Liang's words carried a hint of threat, Chen Dasheng didn't take him seriously.

"Let's go!"

He Liang gritted his teeth, picked up the severed finger, and strode out. For a professional gambler, hands were their life. Losing a finger was like losing half their life. He had no time to waste and needed to get to the hospital to reattach the finger and save his life.

Ah Hu, dressed in white, looked at Chen Dasheng with some fear, quickly helped up the continuously screaming Ah Biao, and followed He Liang out.

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Looking at the blood on the table, Liu Yunshi and the others took a long time to close their mouths. Chen Dasheng picked up a stack of blood-stained bills and threw them in front of Li Fat. "Boss, I hope you don't spread the word about today's events!"

Li Fat's eyes showed a hint of fear, and he nodded rapidly. "Don't worry, I, Li Ning, am not a gossip. I'll tell the staff not to talk about it either!"

The bloody scene had truly shocked him. If Chen Dasheng had thrown a playing card at him, he would have been dead on the spot.

"These are for your staff as a tip!" Chen Dasheng nodded in satisfaction, pointed to the ten thousand yuan in cash in front of Li Fat, and turned to Liu Yunshi and Guo Hui, who were still in a daze. "Let's go, what are you waiting for?"

"Ah, uh!"

The two finally came to their senses, hurriedly ran to the table to collect the money, and put the stacks of cash into the black garbage bag Ah Biao had brought.

"Boss, we're leaving. Pretend you never saw us today."

After they finished, Chen Dasheng waved to Li Fat and led Liu Yunshi and Guo Hui downstairs, under the admiring and fearful gazes of the female staff.

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"Shishi, let me carry it for you!"

Chen Dasheng walked in front, with Liu Yunshi and Guo Hui following behind. Seeing the twenty thousand yuan in cash that Liu Yunshi was carrying, Guo Hui immediately offered to help.

"Get lost!" The money, though in a bag, only weighed a few pounds. Liu Yunshi, though a bit tired from carrying it for a long time, was happy to do so. Who would mind the weight of money? Seeing Guo Hui's pitiful face, she glared at him. "You almost got us killed today!"

Guo Hui shrank back, laughed dryly, and said, "They didn't do anything to you, did they?"

"Hmph, if they had, what would you do? Here, take it." Liu Yunshi immediately showed her tough side, throwing her handbag at Guo Hui and freeing her hand to carry the money. "I hate people like you the most, hmpf, just seeing you annoys me!"

Faced with Liu Yunshi's toughness, Guo Hui could only laugh awkwardly, slinging her handbag over his shoulder and following behind.

With one hand free, Liu Yunshi felt much more relaxed. She skipped along, smiling at Chen Dasheng. "Dasheng, where are we going? Are we going to the bank with all this money?"

Chen Dasheng stopped and turned to look at Liu Yunshi's excited face. He placed his hands on her shoulders and said slowly, "Liu Beauty, this isn't our money, it's my money! You're just helping me carry it, okay?"

Liu Yunshi's smile froze, and she quickly retorted, "This money includes my 'sale' money!"

Her voice was so loud that it almost echoed down the quiet street. A few old men and women cooling off under the trees turned to look at Liu Yunshi with strange expressions.

Realizing her mistake, Liu Yunshi's face turned red to the tips of her ears. Guo Hui stood far behind, pretending not to know them.

Chen Dasheng rolled his eyes. "What 'sale' money? I won this!"

This guy wants to keep it all for himself! With Liu Yunshi's tough personality, she wouldn't let Chen Dasheng get away with it. Ignoring the old people's pointing and whispering, she blushed and argued, "What did you win? What about the ten thousand you got from selling me to that bald guy?"

Chen Dasheng's face twitched. "Didn't I win it back?"

"Win it back?" Liu Yunshi huffed, clearly dissatisfied. "When did you win it back? You never returned that ten thousand to the bald guy!"