Who knew this time, Yang Fei knocked on the table and lazily said.

"It's getting late, I'm done gambling, heading back to the hotel to sleep."

The banker was stunned. This guy was on a roll, and chose to quit while winning?

Everyone stared blankly at Yang Fei.

Some praised him for retreating while ahead, calling him smart; others called him a fool, saying you can fall out with anyone, just don't fall out with money.

Leaving when you're winning, isn't that foolish?

The banker stared blankly at Yang Fei, unsure if Yang Fei had spotted the croupier's trickery, and not daring to force him to stay.

Facing this slick and cunning guy, the banker felt like a dog biting a porcupine, not knowing where to start.

The chip exchange attendant came over, exchanging Yang Fei's chips into US dollars as per the usual routine.

Yang Fei casually tipped the attendant with a chip worth two hundred bucks, and the attendant was overjoyed, bowing repeatedly to thank him.

At that moment, a friendly-looking young man came down the stairs, with flaxen hair, a gentle and elegant demeanor, wearing a suit and a hat, looking quite charming.

As soon as they saw this person, the banker and the croupier's expressions drastically changed, looking extremely frightened.

The young man walked up to Yang Fei, knocked on the table, and smiled faintly.

"Sir, you're on a hot streak, why not keep playing? How about I become the banker and we have some fun?"

Yang Fei's heart skipped a beat, and he could feel the young man's body was brimming with Essence Qi; this guy was a martial arts master.

Yang Fei secretly guarded himself, but his head shook like a rattle drum.

"That's enough, I'm not greedy, and this amount is enough for me to have a good time in Aiji for a few days."

As he spoke, the chip exchange attendant had already converted the chips into US dollars, packed them in a travel bag, and handed it to Yang Fei.

Yang Fei laughed heartily, took the travel bag without counting, then took Nuannuan's hand and walked out of the Blood-Colored Golden Hook Gambling House.

The young man ate a loss but still maintained a friendly appearance, though a fierce glint shone in his eyes.

He left the gambling table without saying a word.

The crowd watching quickly started a new game.

Someone took Yang Fei's place, hoping to get a bit of his luck, and the noise rose again.

On the second floor of the Blood-Colored Golden Hook, the young man held a pair of binoculars, watching as Yang Fei and Nuannuan merged into the bustling crowd, his expression fluctuating.

A few minutes later, a tall man with a head full of curly hair walked in and stood with his hands at his sides.

"Boss, were you looking for me?"

The young man nodded, swiping through the surveillance footage to show the image of Yang Fei and Nuannuan leaving the gate, then showed it to the curly-haired man.

His voice was somber and chilly.

"This man walked away with forty thousand US dollars from our casino without lifting a finger; go teach him a lesson and bring the money back."

The curly-haired man nodded, carefully observed Yang Fei, memorized his face, and then turned to leave.

Yang Fei and Nuannuan had just paid off a loan shark when they came out of the Blood-Colored Golden Hook Gambling House, with Nuannuan carrying the travel bag, looking very excited.

"Uncle, how did you do it? That was amazing!"

Yang Fei laughed heartily, playfully teasing her.

"Didn't you see me praying to the gods? They gave me inspiration. Maybe you should try it next time?"

Such talk was obviously nonsense, and Nuannuan pouted, then curiously tugged at Yang Fei's clothes.

"Uncle, you must have some kind of secret manual, right? Tell me, or next time when I'm out of money, I'll use the casino as my ATM too."

Yang Fei laughed heartily, glanced at Nuannuan, and then looked away.

"With you wanting to win in the gambling house, looking like a rookie, don't get tricked by a cheater and end up getting sold."

Nuannuan, unconvinced, clenched her fists.

"Uncle, don't look down on me, I'm not easily bullied."

Yang Fei smiled gently at her.

"I get it, I get it, but do you think money is so easy to earn? If I'm not mistaken, the gambling house's enforcer is already on to us."

Nuannuan was startled, looked back, but didn't spot anyone suspicious in the bustling crowd.

Yang Fei sighed and pointed out.

"Look, at nine o'clock direction, that curly-haired guy, as soon as we left the gambling house, he followed us."

"His stance is steady, and there's a murderous look in his eyes; this guy's definitely got blood on his hands."

Nuannuan's heart pounded wildly. "What should we do?"

Yang Fei flicked her forehead.

"Is this what a Core Formation Grandmaster should say? Daring to follow us, snatching food from the tiger's mouth, let's crush him."

Though Nuannuan was smart, she was still an inexperienced girl who didn't understand the world, but hearing Yang Fei's words, she suddenly realized.

"I see, hmph, leave this guy to me."

Yang Fei snapped his fingers: "Okay, he's all yours. That's the way of the Mortal World."

The curly-haired man discreetly tailed Yang Fei and Nuannuan. At first, he could see them weaving through the crowd, but in the blink of an eye, they disappeared.

The curly-haired man was taken aback, quickly followed, with the dagger in his sleeve getting a bit warm.

He threaded through the bustling street and spotted a small alley, without hesitation, he followed in.

He had just turned the corner when he tripped, stumbling forward.

Immediately after, someone kicked him in the Pi Gu.

That kick was strong, and the curly-haired man fell forward like a ravenous dog vying for food, slammed to the ground.

Realizing it was bad, he tried to get up, but someone stepped on him.

A boot, clad in kidskin, landed on his chest, and with a snap, two of his ribs broke right there.

The curly-haired man screamed, only to see a fifteen or sixteen-year-old mixed-race beauty glaring at him fiercely: "Why are you following us?"

This little girl, despite her young age, had an unusual weight in her foot; the man used all his strength to no avail.

Seeing him still struggle, Nuannuan raised a foot toward his crotch, threatening fiercely.

"Still want to move? Believe it or not, I'll make you a eunuch?"

The curly-haired man was taken aback and finally dared not move, looking at Nuannuan in fear.

"No, I surrender."

Yang Fei stood aside smoking a cigarette, coldly watching, then snorted.

"You from the Blood-Colored Golden Hook? Is this how your gambling house operates, no exits?"

Nuannuan's brow was full of cold intent.

"Go back and tell your boss, if he can't take losing, close down early, or anger us and we'll have Blood-Colored Golden Hook close for good."

After she finished, her left foot suddenly rose, kicking the big man's Taiyang; the curly-haired man groaned and immediately passed out.

Yang Fei nodded in approval, threw the cigarette butt to the ground, and, taking Nuannuan's hand, turned to leave.

Nuannuan looked at Yang Fei with childlike glee: "Uncle, how did I do? Wasn't I too cool?"

Yang Fei laughed heartily: "No one is cooler than our Nuannuan, want to eat a big meal? I'll treat you."

At this, his voice turned cold.

"This gambling house might be connected to the Heavenly Fire Sect; we can't delay any longer, tonight, we'll head straight to the Heavenly Fire Sect headquarters."

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