After moving into Alice Apartnt, all the money he earned was squandered on gambling.
Now, on the 5th floor, Kim Bukk stared at the last few chips in his right hand.
He decided to gamble one final ti.
He had experienced situations like this many tis before.
Sotis, that final gamble would pay off, allowing him to turn things around.
But other tis, losing ant there were no more chances.
Most of the ti, losses far outnumbered wins.
Despite this, Kim Bukk hadn't given up on this attempt.
He prayed to heaven for victory, but unfortunately, he couldn't even win this simple high-low bet.
Furious after losing, he suppressed his temper and headed to this floor's restroom.
The restroom was luxuriously decorated.
The space was quite large, with pristine white surfaces making everything appear clean.
He turned on the faucet and continuously splashed cold water on his heated, red face.
Kim Bukk couldn't even rember how much cold water he'd used before the temperature on his face and his agitated, troubled heart finally cooled down.
After cooling off, he lifted his head and stared at his reflection in the mirror.
At 35 years old, he should still be considered young.
But looking at this face ravaged by gambling, smoking, and drinking to drown his sorrows.
He looked every bit like soone well into his forties.
"No, I need to turn this around!"
Pulling out a Fruit Phone, Kim Bukk saw it was just past 9 PM. In less than three hours, his daily 10,000 yuan would be deposited.
Alright, he'd stay here a while longer and watch others gamble.
Just as Kim Bukk had this thought, he noticed a stall door opening on the left side.
Out walked a tall, 1.85-ter white man with golden short hair.
Looking at this white man, Kim Bukk inwardly cursed these white guys as sons of bitches - how could every single one of them grow so damn tall?
Korea was different from Hua Country - Korean n, unless exceptional cases, all had to serve military duty, even those idol male stars couldn't escape it.
Therefore, Kim Bukk as an ordinary person was no exception.
During his military service, he had once entered the Arican military base in Korea.
There he saw many Arican soldiers, each one towering and bulkier than Korean soldiers like himself.
Honestly, Kim Bukk thought that if it were ancient tis with close combat, he'd definitely feel fear seeing enemies this large and strong.
But tis were different now - modern warfare relied on firearms.
With guns and artillery, the advantage of large stature gradually diminished.
To put it bluntly, a child with a gun could take down several adults.
Of course, if close combat happened in modern warfare, it would still depend on physical fitness and fighting skills.
Having finished washing his face with cold water, Kim Bukk prepared to leave and watch others gamble while waiting for ti to pass.
But just then, the large white man who had been beside him, originally washing his hands at the adjacent sink.
As Kim Bukk turned to leave, this golden-haired white man suddenly attacked him.
The attack was simple - the golden-haired white man used his height advantage, wrapping both arms around Kim Bukk's neck.
Under normal circumstances, being choked from behind by a 1.85-ter attacker would leave most ordinary people unable to counterattack. But Kim Bukk wasn't ordinary. He was, after all, a lab rat who had survived four rounds in Korea's Alice Apartnt.
He was a man with betting amounts reaching as high as 670 million USD!!!
Of course, one key reason for such high betting amounts was that he was the only Korean lab rat in this special live stream.
So Korean users in the live stream room would definitely use one of their three betting opportunities on him. But if Kim Bukk's abilities were rely average.
Just soone who barely survived four rounds to participate in the special live stream, he wouldn't have received such high betting amounts from Korean viewers.
So where did Kim Bukk's true strength lie? Don't forget what was ntioned earlier about Korean n.
Basically all had to serve military duty, and Kim Bukk had served too. During his service, his greatest strength was close combat.
During his military service, Kim Bukk's performance in areas like marksmanship and long-distance marches could only be described as average at best.
Barely passing level.
But this guy's combat skills were like a window opened for him by heaven - a natural talent maxed out from birth.
Just with his combat skills alone, not to ntion among recruits, but even among veteran soldiers.
This guy was the top perforr.
Although he hadn't been a soldier for a long ti and was now 35 years old, his bodily instincts and muscle mory remained intact.
The 1.85-ter golden-haired white man choking him from behind was actually thrown to the ground with a single shoulder throw.
After throwing him down, Kim Bukk began cursing at the white man lying on the ground.
Of course, he cursed in English.
Simple profanities like "fuck your mother."
Cursing wasn't enough - Kim Bukk prepared to kick him too.
But just then, a sharp pain struck his lower back and abdon.
An intense numbness swept through his entire body.
Instantly, Kim Bukk felt completely weak.
Staggering, he collapsed to the ground. As he fell and was about to lose consciousness, he saw that another white man had appeared behind him at so point, holding a black stun gun in his hand.
Kim Bukk closed his eyes with extre unwillingness.
"Are you okay? Mark?"
"I'm fine, just didn't expect this lab rat to be so fierce - even I got shoulder thrown by him."
These two were none other than Jas and Mark.
Mark had said he would help Jas hunt the lab rat Kim Bukk.
So after finding Kim Bukk, they discovered he'd been gambling on the 5th floor.
There were too many people there, so they had no opportunity to strike.
Thus they had been waiting for a chance.
Jas said people have three urgent needs.
Kim Bukk would definitely need to use the restroom, so they had been waiting in the restroom, finally catching him around 9 PM.
"Here? Or sowhere else?"
Mark locked the n's restroom door to prevent other people from entering.
"Take him away, to my water slide."
"Otherwise, wouldn't my large suitcase be brought for nothing?"
Mark watched as Jas retrieved a very large white suitcase from a stall.
He felt sowhat puzzled: "You've killed far more people than I have. The number of people dying in your water slide in one day might equal all the people I've killed in my lifeti. So why do you always refuse to kill with your own hands?"
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