"I don't need your advice."

An Xiaowan wrinkled her nose, looking disgustedly at the man as she squeezed into An Yan's embrace.

"My beautiful little angel, don't be shy, I'll teach you with care!"

The middle-aged foreign man with a pipe, a smile full of deep meaning on his face, took a step forward.

"Get lost!"

Qin Jiuluo growled, stepping forward to stand in front of the pipe-smoking man.

"Shua!"

Several Demon Servants stepped forward in unison, their presence as imposing as mountains.

"Ouch, my goodness!"

The pipe-smoking man nearly fell to the ground due to the overwhelming pressure from Qin Jiuluo and others, saved only by his bodyguard's quick reflexes.

"fu.ck! Who are you people! I'm speaking to her, what right do you mangy curs have to interfere!"

The pipe-smoking man, embarrassed and furious before the beauties, pointed at Qin Jiuluo and yelled.

The bodyguards of the pipe-smoking man stepped forward, each one's expression extremely serious, their right hands on their waists, seemingly ready to draw their guns at any moment.

These people had a strong murderous aura, clearly not ones to be trifled with!

Qin Jiuluo's eyes slightly narrowed, following the instructions given by Bai Yan; any life form posing a potential threat to the ladies must be destroyed!

Eliminate the danger in its infancy!

"What! What kind of look is that! Can't accept it? If you can't, taste the bullet!"

The pipe-smoking man furiously pulled out a gun from his waist, arrogantly pressing it against Qin Jiuluo's forehead.

"Ah! A gun!"

"He has a gun!"

The surrounding wealthy individuals were shocked, many high-society ladies screaming in fear.

Having a gun wasn't strange, but to bring a gun onto this ship meant a mighty powerful background.

Because here, aside from a few exceptionally privileged guests, only the personnel in charge of onboard security were allowed to carry guns.

The chilly touch of the pistol could be felt, but Qin Jiuluo remained unmoved, his face calm.

Because he saw Bai Yan.

"Yo, yo, yo, friend, why so angry?"

Bai Yan walked over with a chuckle, raising his hand to gently move aside the pipe-smoker's gun, his face all smiles.

"Who the hell are you?"

The pipe-smoking man glanced at Bai Yan, directing the gun toward him.

Daring to point a gun at the master!

Seeking death!

Qin Jiuluo's eyes sharpened, ready to make a move, but Bai Yan waved his hand and cheerfully said, "Me? I'm just a gambler, saw a crowd here and wanted to try my luck at a few games!"

"Scram! I'm not free to play with you. I want to teach the little angel!"

The pipe-smoking man sneered contemptuously, his eyes greedily fixating on An Xiaowan standing behind Bai Yan.

"Brother Yan..."

An Xiaowan, somewhat scared, then hugged Bai Yan's arm.

"Kid, is this woman yours?"

The pipe-smoking man paused, then looked even more contemptuously at Bai Yan, his gun trembling in his hand as he sneered, "You're lucky huh, to have such a fine woman! How about lending her to me for a couple of days?"

"You're lucky, this is a casino, I won't kill you; I'll follow the casino's rules."

Bai Yan's gaze sharpened, suddenly smiling.

"Place a bet."

Bai Yan sat at a small wooden table, smiled indifferently and gestured with his hand, signaling the pipe-smoking man to sit down.

"What, you think you can decide to gamble just like that? Who the hell do you think you are!"

The pipe-smoking man, furious, pressed the gun against Bai Yan's forehead.

"On guard!"

Unable to hold back any longer, Qin Jiuluo roared!

"Shua!"

The Demon Sect staff standing near the small wooden table all drew their guns, pointing them at the pipe-smoking man.

"Shua!"

The people behind Qin Jiuluo moved swiftly forward, their figures flickering and subduing the pipe-smoking man's bodyguards in an instant.

"Shua!"

On the high platform, in the corridor, inside the casino, all the staff pulled out their firearms and weapons, uniformly pointing their dark muzzles at the man with a smoking pipe and his bodyguards!

"Whoosh!"

Qin Jiuluo drew his Tang Blade, and intuitively, the man with a smoking pipe saw a blur before his eyes, and then a shiny short dagger was placed against his neck.

The cold touch tightly pressed against his neck, the threat of death looming over him, making his eyelids tremble uncontrollably.

"Ah! Guns! So many guns!"

"Is it going to be a shoot-out?"

Several timid tycoons and young girls screamed unbearably, many bunny-eared peripheral girls trembled, their faces filled with immense fear.

"Who exactly is this man?"

"Why do the staff on this yacht start protecting him the moment he's threatened?"

There were also plenty of wealthy tycoons and aristocrats who had seen big scenes before, staying calm and with great interest, sizing up Bai Yan.

They each had several bodyguards by their side, and since the staff were not targeting these passengers, they naturally weren't so panicked.

"Gulp~!"

The man with the smoking pipe swallowed hard, seeing yacht staff all around, above and below, in his field of vision.

Even the waiter who had just passed by with a tray had drawn a pistol, his eyes cold, aiming the gun at his temple.

"Put the gun down, or you will be thrown into the sea to feed the sharks!"

Qin Jiuluo's voice was gloomy and filled with anger.

To dare point a gun at Bai Yan in front of him, and twice at that!

This was an insult to the Demon Servants!

The glory and dignity of my Lord, how could it be violated by such a lowly mortal!

"I'll put it down... I'll put it down..."

The man with the smoking pipe trembled in his legs; although he was a man of high stature and had seen the world, faced with hundreds of guns, he panicked for a moment.

He was not foolish; even if he thought his pistol could kill Bai Yan, he and his people would definitely be dead without a burial place!

The man with the smoking pipe chose to back down.

The man with the smoking pipe decisively dropped his gun; his bodyguards behind him had already been completely subdued, with no hope of turning the tables.

Now, only by obeying could he save his life.

"Who exactly are you?"

The man with the smoking pipe stared intently at Bai Yan, his eyes filled with resentment and confusion.

"Me? My identity is many, both a gambler and the owner of this ship."

Bai Yan said with a smile, leisurely lighting a cigarette.

From beginning to end, he showed no signs of nervousness.

Even though he had a pistol pointed at his forehead twice.

A pistol trying to take my life?

What a joke!

Bai Yan thought to himself.

"Oh my god! He's the owner of the ship!"

"He's so manly!"

"What a handsome man, he's like a divine prince lost by God on Earth, embodying an enchanting aura!"

"This ship is actually his! My God, this ship costs nearly a hundred million US dollars to build, and it's not something that money alone can create! It requires a significant power background!"

Many socialites, after hearing Bai Yan's words and seeing his every move since entering the casino, revealed a nonchalance and nobility.

As if everything was under his control, no one could threaten him.

Faced with such a handsome, young, and noble man, the socialites in the casino were smitten, licking their lips with hearts in their eyes, staring intently at Bai Yan, as if they wanted to devour him.

"These shameless women..."

Yan Qing looked disdainfully at the socialites and ladies in the casino, muttering softly.

"What exactly do you want? This time it's my fault... I admit defeat. I shouldn't have flirted with your woman, I apologize to you."

The man with the smoking pipe looked nervously at Bai Yan.

This man with a cigarette had a serene and profound charisma; he had seen countless people, but he couldn't see through this young man.

"Click!"

Bai Yan grabbed a silver revolver from the wooden table, reached into a Demon Sect worker's pocket for a specially made bullet, and rapidly loaded it.

"Click!"

Bai Yan's wrist flicked lightly, the revolver's cylinder spinning crazily, then he placed it on the table.

"I told you, you're very lucky. Since you provoked me in the casino, let's play by the casino's rules."

Bai Yan pointed at the silver revolver with a smile, calmly said, "If apologies were enough, then what do we need police for? Didn't you want my woman to play this with you? I'll play Russian roulette with you. If you win, you and your people can leave this ship."

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