Chapter 169: Zhou Family’s Underground Casino

BANG!

The gunshot exploded in the office, deafening!

Gunsmoke filled the air, instantly suffused with the pungent smell of gunpowder.

"Xiaoxun... no!!"

Meng Qiaofei let out a heart-wrenching scream, covering her mouth with her hands and shutting her eyes in despair.

Tears streamed from her eyes like pearls from a broken string, and she crumpled to the floor as if her very soul had been ripped away.

’I got Yang Xun killed...’

Meanwhile, the gunman’s face was twisted in a savage expression, his eyes filled with killing intent. The corner of his mouth even curled into a cold sneer as he cursed in a hoarse voice, "You meddling piece of shit! You dare stick your nose in the Cyan Dragon Gang’s business? You deserve to die!"

However!

The moment the words left his mouth, his expression froze.

Because what happened next was something he would never forget for the rest of his life.

Yang Xun was still standing in the same spot, perfectly fine. There wasn’t a single wound on his body; not even a thread of his clothing was torn.

Faced with the speeding bullet, Yang Xun had merely tilted his body slightly, as casually as if dodging a gentle breeze. The bullet whizzed past his ear and THUDDED into the wall behind him.

BOOM!!

It was as if a bomb had been stuffed into the man’s head, instantly blowing his mind blank.

’A ghost!!’

’Is this guy a human or a ghost?!’

’He can dodge... dodge bullets?!’

’What does that even mean?’

That bullet left the barrel at over three hundred meters per second. A normal person wouldn’t even have time to react, let alone dodge!

But this young man before him had dodged it with a simple turn of his body, as if it were a game!

Yang Xun didn’t stop walking. He continued toward the man, his pace unhurried, his expression the epitome of calm.

"You... You stay the fuck away from me!!" The man’s voice cracked. The savage look on his face completely crumbled, replaced by pure terror. He raised his pistol again, aiming at Yang Xun’s head, his hands shaking like a leaf.

"One more step and I’ll kill you!!"

The corner of Yang Xun’s mouth twitched into a disdainful smile. He still didn’t stop walking.

"Fuck you! Go to hell!!"

The man, burning with rage, squeezed the trigger like a madman, firing continuously!

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Four bullets flew out in succession, all aimed at Yang Xun’s vitals!

However, Yang Xun’s body moved like a Spiritual Snake, dodging left and right with impossibly light footwork. Without exception, all four bullets missed, striking the walls and ceiling and sending chips of plaster flying.

When the last bullet came, Yang Xun didn’t even bother to dodge. Instead, he raised his right hand, fingers spread.

SMACK!

The bullet landed squarely in his palm.

The entire office fell deathly silent.

Yang Xun opened his hand. The metal bullet rolled twice in his palm before falling to the floor with a TINK, bouncing a couple of times before coming to a stop.

The man was completely dumbfounded. His bloodshot eyes were wide to their limits, his mouth hung open, and the gun in his hand fell to the floor with a CLATTER.

He no longer even had the strength to hold the gun.

Behind them, Meng Qiaofei was just as stunned, as if struck by lightning. She knelt on the ground, frozen in place, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes wide and round, her mind completely blank.

’Yang Xun... caught a bullet with his bare hands?’

’What... What in the world is he?!’

"Any more bullets?"

Yang Xun had walked right up to the man. He looked down at him, the corners of his mouth upturned, his tone casual.

THUMP!

Without a moment’s hesitation, the man’s legs gave out and he dropped to his knees with a THUD before Yang Xun, kowtowing frantically as if pounding garlic.

"Spare me, boss! Spare my life!! I was blind, I didn’t know who I was dealing with! Please, spare me!!"

His voice cracked, his face a mess of tears and snot. Where was even a hint of his earlier arrogance?

Yang Xun crouched down, grabbed the man’s collar, and hauled him to his feet. His eyes were as cold as daggers as he said, word by word, "Who the hell are you? What did my sister-in-law do to offend you?"

Stared at by Yang Xun’s eyes, the man felt as if he’d been plunged into an ice cellar, losing even the strength to tremble. He stammered, "Your... Your sister-in-law didn’t offend us! We were just following orders!"

"Whose orders? And for what?"

Yang Xun’s fingers tightened, the collar choking the man until he could barely breathe.

"It... It was the casino manager who sent us!"

The man forced the words out in a rapid-fire rush, "Your sister-in-law’s husband stole the Zhou Family’s black card and tried to withdraw money at the casino. The manager found out, and they’re holding him there now! But he said... he said he found the black card at this bathhouse, and that if there were any problems, they should come find the bathhouse owner! So the manager sent us to grab her for questioning!"

The black card!!

The moment he heard those words, Yang Xun’s heart sank and his expression turned grim.

’I can’t believe Xu Feifan actually found that black card!’

’And not only did that bastard pick it up, he actually took it to the Zhou Family’s casino to withdraw money for gambling!’

’No wonder people from the casino came looking. With a character like Xu Feifan, how could he possibly be worthy of a Zhou Family black card?’

’The casino manager isn’t an idiot; he could tell at a glance that the card’s origins were shady.’

’To put it bluntly, I was the one who lost the black card. Xu Feifan found it and took it to the casino, and the casino’s people followed the trail to the bathhouse.’

"What black card?"

Meng Qiaofei had gotten up from the floor by now and walked to Yang Xun’s side, asking with a confused expression, "I don’t know anything about a black card. What kind of trouble has that bastard Xu Feifan gotten into now?"

Yang Xun released the man’s collar, straightened up, and turned to Meng Qiaofei. "Sister-in-law," he said in a steady voice, "this is a bit complicated, but don’t worry. Leave it to me."

"Okay!"

Looking into Yang Xun’s steady, powerful eyes, Meng Qiaofei felt the surging panic in her heart inexplicably subside by a great deal.

Then, Yang Xun turned to the man kneeling on the floor and said in a low voice, "Take me to the casino to see your manager. I’ll explain the origin of this black card to him in person."

The man, as if granted amnesty, nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, yes! I’ll take you right away!"

Yang Xun walked over to the other man, who was still lying unconscious on the floor, and crouched down.

He placed his palm on the man’s chest and discreetly circulated his Cultivation Technique, channeling a wisp of True Qi into the man’s body.

A few seconds later, the unconscious man’s eyelids twitched violently, and he slowly opened his eyes.

His vision was blurry for a couple of seconds, but the moment it focused on Yang Xun’s face, his pupils contracted sharply. As a reflex, he swung his fist straight at Yang Xun.

Yang Xun grabbed his fist, his voice cold. "Want to pass out again?"

The grip on his fist was excruciatingly painful. The force made his whole body stiffen, and the violent rage he had just woken with was instantly extinguished.

His partner hurried over and whispered what had happened in his ear.

The man’s expression shifted from savage to shocked, then to lingering fear, and finally settled into an ashen-gray. He obediently retracted his fist and scrambled to his feet.

"Let’s go."

Yang Xun spoke the two words coolly.

The two men nodded and bowed, their attitudes a complete one-eighty from before.

Yang Xun and Meng Qiaofei followed the two men out of the bathhouse and got into a black minivan.

...

「Twenty minutes later.」

In the western suburbs of Zhonghai City, on an unremarkable commercial street.

The black minivan pulled up in front of a dilapidated-looking building.

From the outside, the building looked like a failing underground mall. A few faded advertisements were plastered on its grimy exterior walls, and a rusty, weather-beaten sign for "Jinyuan Department Store" hung over the entrance, looking as if it hadn’t been maintained in years.

However, after Yang Xun followed the two men through the rusty iron gate, down two flights of stairs, and past three security doors that required a passcode to open...

...the scene that unfolded before him made him pause for a moment.

It was a whole different world.

A vast underground space of over two thousand square meters spread out before him. The ceiling was at least five meters high, and dozens of crystal chandeliers hung from the dome, bathing the entire area in a brilliant golden light.

The floor was covered with a thick, crimson carpet, flanked by rows of exquisitely crafted gambling tables. Baccarat, roulette, Texas hold’em, sic bo—they had everything. The air was filled with the faint scent of cigars and expensive perfume, a mixture that created a unique atmosphere of extravagance.

Although it was the afternoon, the casino was crowded with people: middle-aged men in designer suits, wealthy businessmen wearing gold watches, and even a few foreigners, all gathered around the various tables with expressions of either excitement or nervousness.

Weaving between the tables was a group of young women dressed in qipaos.

They wore deep blue silk qipaos with high slits that reached the tops of their thighs, revealing pairs of long, slender, and fair legs.

With graceful figures and delicate features, each was a beauty one in ten thousand. They moved between the tables on slender high heels, serving tea and water, delivering chips, and lighting cigarettes, their every frown and smile exuding endless charm.

Yang Xun’s gaze swept over the qipao-clad women for a moment before he looked away.

After all, he wasn’t here to play.

He followed the two men through the noisy casino hall and into a corridor at the back.

The corridor was lined with closed doors bearing plaques like "VIP Room" and "Finance Office."

Finally, they stopped in front of a heavy walnut door at the end of the corridor.

There was no sign on the door.

"We’re here. The manager’s inside."

One of the men knocked. After getting a response from within, he pushed the door open.

Yang Xun nodded slightly and followed the two men inside.

However, when he got a clear look at the scene inside the office, he faltered for a second. His eyes narrowed instantly, his expression turning incredibly solemn.

And when Meng Qiaofei saw what was inside, she took a step back, a flash of terror in her eyes...