Three rounds of stud poker had swept away over a billion yuan. The money had co from Mountain and Water Manor, and it was all at the hands of the Qin family’s disowned son. If this hadn’t been the stark reality playing out before their very eyes, the entire upper echelon of Jiangzhou would have laughed their heads off had anyone dared to make such a claim.
Forget a worthless coward like Qin Fan; even if the old patriarch of the Qin family himself were here, he would never dare to cheat and win so much money at Mountain and Water Manor.
What did Mountain and Water Manor represent? It represented Ye Jizu, Lord Ye himself. And what did Ye Jizu represent? The entire Jiangzhou Underworld, which he ruled with an iron fist. Most importantly, the na Ye Jizu also signified the colossal Ye family of Lingnan. The fact that people spoke of them using that full title—the Ye family of Lingnan—was a testant to the power those words held, a power recognized throughout all of Huaxia.
And yet, under these very circumstances, soone had blatantly swindled one of the Ye family’s own young masters out of more than a billion yuan right under their noses. Was this not the April Fools’ joke of the century?
Dozens, no, hundreds of pairs of eyes watched in stunned silence as Qin Fan strolled nonchalantly out of the gambling hall.
The most shocked of all was Zhou Xueman, who could no longer find the words to describe her feelings.
This has to be an accident. That Qin family waste just got incredibly lucky and managed to escape. Even if he were the old Qin patriarch’s most beloved grandson, there’s no way he could escape Lord Ye’s Five-Finger Mountain after winning over a billion. And this is the disowned son of the Qin family we’re talking about, a universally acknowledged piece of trash despised by all of Jiangzhou’s high society!
Amid the dead silence, Ye Jizu erged, leaning on a cane. He had hastily bandaged his pinky finger and was dragging his crippled right leg, his expression anxious. "Lord Q—" he started to call out, but felt the title was inappropriate and quickly corrected himself. "Where is Qin Fan?"
"Lord Ye!"
"Lord Ye!"
"Lord Ye!"
The mont Ye Jizu appeared, the hall filled with the respectful cries of the assembled dignitaries.
Ye Jizu gave them a curt, expressionless nod before limping toward the Sic Bo table. "Where is he?" he demanded. "Where did he go?"
"L-L-Lord Ye, he’s gone! He won over a billion and left! Should we send n to bring him back?" a staff mber stamred, his forehead slick with cold sweat. He had just finished exchanging Qin Fan’s chips and hadn’t had a chance to leave yet. He approached Ye Jizu, his voice trembling with nerves.
Over a billion, snatched away right under their watch. How could they not be terrified?
But what happened next left everyone’s jaws on the floor. At the staff mber’s suggestion, Ye Jizu’s expression contorted. His awe for Qin Fan was already ingrained in his very soul. He whipped his hand back and slapped the man squarely across the face.
"What did you say? Since when does running a casino an you don’t let people win? Get out! As of this second, you’re fired! Get the hell out of my sight!"
Bring him back? The man is a Transformation Realm Grandmaster! Forgetting for a mont that only an expert on Hua Xiaotian’s level could even attempt such a feat, even if they did succeed in capturing Qin Fan, they wouldn’t be getting their billion-plus back. What they’d lose in return would be my own life—my life—and the very foundation of the Ye family!
"Lord Ye!" The staff mber’s face turned white as a sheet. His legs gave out, and he collapsed to his knees before Ye Jizu. "Lord Ye, I was wrong! I was wrong!" he cried out in terror.
"Soone! Drag this trash out of here!" Ye Jizu roared, his face a mask of fury, not even sparing the man a second glance.
Instantly, several large n in black suits moved in. They gave the staff mber no further chance to beg, grabbing him and hauling him unceremoniously away.
"My apologies for the interruption, everyone," Ye Jizu said, his stern face cracking into a faint smile as he nodded to the Gods of Wealth in the room. "Please, continue your gas. Carry on!"
With that, he turned and limped out of the gambling hall on his cane.
Watching Ye Jizu’s retreating, crippled figure, everyone in the room was thunderstruck.
Who? Who could have injured Lord Ye? Who would dare to injure Lord Ye? And his pinky was bandaged, too. When did Jiangzhou produce soone with the power and audacity to harm Lord Ye?
For a mont, their imaginations ran wild.
The first na that flashed through Zhou Xueman’s mind was Qin Fan. But she imdiately scoffed at the thought.
Qin Fan? If that good-for-nothing had the ability to do this, Lord Ye would have died a hundred tis over by now in Jiangzhou!
***
Walking out of Mountain and Water Manor with a bank card containing over a billion yuan, Qin Fan imdiately faced a problem. He stood staring at a long road with not a single taxi in sight.
How am I supposed to get back from a place where it takes a taxi tens of minutes just to arrive? Run? Sure, my current speed isn’t any slower than a car’s. But if I showed off that kind of speed, I’d definitely be tomorrow’s top headline. Reporters and national biological research departnts would be breaking down my door! That’s a kind of trouble I’d rather avoid.
Just as he was smiling wryly at his predicant, a Bentley and an Audi drove out from Mountain and Water Manor, one after the other.
"Lord Qin!"
"Lord Qin!"
Seeing Qin Fan standing dazedly by the gate, both the Bentley and the Audi screeched to a halt. The rear doors flew open, and the Ye father-son duo scrambled out, hurrying toward him and calling out respectfully.
"Lord Qin, are you waiting for soone?" Ye Congjun asked, puzzled. He couldn’t bring himself to imagine that Qin Fan was actually waiting for a ride.
"I’m waiting for a car. A taxi," Qin Fan said bluntly, glancing coolly at the father and son.
Ye Congjun was utterly flabbergasted.
What the hell? A Transformation Realm Grandmaster has to hail a cab? If word of this got out, people would think it was so kind of absurd fairy tale, wouldn’t they?
His father, Ye Jizu, who had just hobbled over, overheard this and imdiately plastered an ingratiating smile on his face. Bowing slightly, he hurried to say, "Lord Qin, please don’t wait any longer! Here, let my driver take you ho!"
"I don’t need a driver. How much for the Bentley? I’ll buy it," Qin Fan said indifferently, his eyes sweeping over the brand-new car.
"Tch, tch—there I go again, misspeaking! Lord Qin, please, just take the car and go!" Ye Jizu said, his tone utterly subservient.
This was an absolute first for him in all his years. Yet he played the part of a groveling subordinate to perfection, without a hint of awkwardness. Who would have ever imagined that the formidable Lord Ye had such a fawning side?
"How much?" Qin Fan repeated coldly.
"Lord Qin, you—you’re slapping , Ye Jizu, in the face! No, wait, if you like, you can slap my face whenever you want! But offering money is just too inappropriate! What is this old car even worth? For soone of your status, Lord Qin, being able to give you this car is a blessing I’ve prayed for. Please don’t talk about money, Lord Qin, I’m begging you!"
Ye Jizu clasped his hands together in a gesture of supplication, his voice layered with pleas and honorifics. The sincerity in his eyes was absolute.
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