[Restart Volume] Chapter 239: Specialized in Dealing with Scum!

"Are you afraid of losing?" Fatty Gulaga exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"You!" Mo Xing clenched his fists. He finally understood why the school guard unit had initiated a "bandit suppression operation." These scoundrels, after committing crimes, gathered in dens like this to gamble. He had been too merciful to them before! Every one of them was a notorious criminal on the wanted list! These villains, along with their illegal hideouts, deserved to be wiped out entirely!

Mo Xing bit his lip and offered a cold smile. "I am not the 'Gambling Immortal,' and my actions have nothing to do with his reputation. It's just a game of luck, isn't it? I can afford to lose, but I certainly won't lose to someone like you!"

Fatty Gulaga was taken aback, then suddenly burst into laughter. "Hahaha, interesting. I'd like to see how you plan to beat me. Draw your card."

Mo Xing took a deep breath, played a red card, drew a black card from the deck, and used his body to block the gaze of the thin man, Marcus, who was trying to peek from behind. Fatty Gulaga threw down a red card and drew a card from the deck.

"Oh? A functional card?" The fatty smiled. "What a pity. The game is about to end. As long as I play this card next turn, the dealer will automatically deal me a black card, giving me ten in total. You will lose."

"Buddy, even if you draw a swap card next turn, it won't help. You'd have to wait another turn to exchange cards with your opponent," Marcus chuckled from behind.

Mo Xing ignored him. He closed his eyes, his fingers hovering in mid-air, as if lost in deep thought.

***

Inside Mo Xing's consciousness space.

"Hmm... how did I end up here again?"

Mo Xing slowly opened his eyes, finding the surroundings had shifted from the casino to a blue, vast expanse. He lay there, sensing a turbulent ocean surging above his head. The blue soul-form appeared before him—Kasin, the Water Dragon God!

"Long time no see, mortal," Kasin said.

"You've awakened again?" Mo Xing asked.

"I have always been here," Kasin replied.

"Is that so?" Mo Xing said. "Right! When I was at the Divine Weapon Tower, Li Qingchi was about to kill me! Why didn't you step in to save me? I thought I could unleash my inner power like a novel protagonist and turn the tide, but I nearly ended up dead!"

"Ha, I didn't really feel like intervening in that," Kasin paused. "I calculated it. Before Yan Zai and his host arrived, you weren't going to die."

"What? What does that mean?" Mo Xing was completely bewildered. Who was Yan Zai? Who was the host?

"Enough talk. You're still playing cards, aren't you? You look rather pathetic," Kasin said.

"I can't help it!" Mo Xing explained. "They are cheating. How am I supposed to win?"

"Heh, mortal," Kasin sneered. Although Mo Xing couldn't see Kasin's smile, he could feel the chilling breeze that accompanied it. "Lend me your body. I'll help you strike back."

***

Back in the underground casino.

"Why did you close your eyes?" Fatty Gulaga Siliuxiang looked at Mo Xing, confused by his behavior.

"Buddy? Why are you frozen? You look like a wooden statue meditating." Thin Marcus Yeming waved a hand in front of Mo Xing, but received no response. "Buddy, you can't take more than half a minute to draw, or you'll forfeit—"

Before Marcus could finish, a sudden punch landed in his stomach, sending him flying until he collapsed onto the patterned red carpet, shaken by a powerful force.

"What... why the violence?" Fatty Gulaga was shocked. He never expected the "Gambling Immortal" to possess such strength!

"You... cough, cough!" Marcus coughed up blood on the floor, his body twitching.

"What happened?"
"Isn't that Marcus?"
"What's going on? Why did he fall?"
"It seems to be that young man..."

The surrounding gamblers looked over, curious about what had occurred. They saw the young man in the formal suit, his eyes flashing with a faint blue light, emitting such a chill that everyone nearby shivered.

"Do not disturb. Watch in silence," Mo Xing said coldly.

Fatty Gulaga flicked his cigarette, bewildered.

"Drawing time countdown—" the dealer system announced, sounding like a mechanical alarm clock. It lacked human emotion and could not feel the cold aura radiating from Mo Xing.

"Three!"

Mo Xing discarded a black card. Yes, a black card! The main strategy in "Red and Black" was to collect ten black cards. Why discard one? While not strictly forbidden, this was a high-stakes game; discarding a card so easily undoubtedly lowered one's chances of winning. No sane gambler would act so foolishly. Everyone stared at him in astonishment.

"Two!"

Mo Xing threw all his remaining cards onto the table: four black and six red. Fatty Gulaga stopped smoking, and the others were completely baffled. What was he doing? Giving up? Or going for a show-down?

"One!"

Mo Xing drew a card from the deck. It was engraved with a golden crown, shimmering under the lights. For a moment, time seemed to freeze; the noise was filtered out, and the expressions of the onlookers distorted.

"Crown Card!" the dealer system announced.

"What?" someone gasped.
"A Crown Card?" another shouted.
"How is that possible?"
"That's a one-percent probability!"

The Crown Card was the most powerful card in "Red and Black," incredibly rare, appearing only once in every 128 cards. The player who draws it may use it immediately to draw ten cards of their choice from the deck.

"Sir, please draw ten cards," the dealer system commanded.

Fatty Gulaga frowned but said nothing.

"Even if you drew the 'Crown Card,' so what? The number of black cards is far lower than red ones. I don't believe you can pull six black cards!" Marcus stammered, clutching his bruised stomach.

"Oh?" Mo Xing responded coldly. He reached toward the first set of cards, pulled the top two, and flipped them over. Two black cards! He reached for the second set, flipped two more—two more black cards! He skipped the third set, reached for the fourth, and pulled another black card!

He was now at nine black cards; one more and he would win! The onlookers held their breath, and Fatty Gulaga stubbed out his cigarette.

"Five black cards!" Mo Xing drew five black cards at once from the fifth set!

"This!" Marcus was stunned. He had been playing for years, and this was the first time he had ever seen such a thing!

"Congratulations to the blue side for successfully collecting fourteen black cards. You have achieved final victory," the dealer system announced.

"Incredible! A ten-card draw and all of them were black!" someone exclaimed.
"Fourteen black cards, first time I've ever seen it!" another gambler added.
"Me too! This is a legendary scene!"

Fatty Gulaga clapped his hands. "Impressive! As expected of the Gambling Immortal! It was an honor to face you."

"Whether I'm the Gambling Immortal or not doesn't matter. Hurry up and hand over the three thousand gold coins!" Mo Xing smiled.

"Right, right." Fatty Gulaga pulled a large bag of gold coins from his storage ring, and after the mechanical arm verified the amount, he handed it to Mo Xing.

"No! Don't give it to him!" Marcus rushed forward.

"Marcus? I'm a man of my word. If I lose, I pay. Besides, we must follow the casino rules," Fatty Gulaga frowned.

"He! He cheated!" Marcus roared.

"System verification complete. The player's actions were legitimate; no cheating detected," the dealer system announced.

"You... you stupid machine, you're covering for his cheating!" Marcus yelled in frustration.

"It's not your money, why are you so worked up?" Mo Xing smiled.

"Exactly! Marcus, what are you so anxious about?" a bystander chimed in. "Questioning the dealer system's judgment? If you aren't convinced, go play a round yourself!"

"Exactly, hahahaha!"

"Well? Want a round?" Mo Xing asked.

"Bring it on!" Marcus said. "I'm much better than most!"

"Oh? How much?" Mo Xing asked.

"Five thousand gold coins!" Marcus held up five fingers.

"Too little," Mo Xing sneered.

"Ten thousand gold coins!" Marcus said.

"Still not enough," Mo Xing shook his head.

"Twenty thousand gold coins! That's as high as I go!" Marcus raised the stakes again.

"Deal!" Mo Xing said.

"Marcus, you... you're betting that much? Twenty thousand gold coins, do you know how much dirty work you'll have to do to earn that!"

"It's fine, I can't lose!" Marcus sat down.

"The opponent is the Gambling Immortal!" Fatty Gulaga paused. "You saw the comeback he just pulled."

"Buddy, I don't care if he's the Gambling Immortal or the God of Gambling, I can crush him all the same!" Marcus grumbled.

***

Inside Mo Xing's consciousness space.

"Hey! Kasin!" Mo Xing shouted.

"Mortal, what now?" Kasin replied.

"Are you sure you can win? I can't afford to pay twenty thousand gold coins if we lose!" Mo Xing said. "Even if your ten-card draw was cool, this is a game of luck..."

"Heh, don't worry. I am a Dragon God. I can manipulate a small game like this with ease," Kasin said.

"By the way, Captain Huo told me to pass the signal flare to them, don't forget!"

"Mortal, you are truly a nuisance. Leave it to me," Kasin said. "Enough, I'm going back to controlling your body to play."

"Uh..." Mo Xing was speechless. Did Dragon Gods really enjoy games this much?

"Gentlemen, please decide the drawing order," the dealer system announced.

"I'll go first!" Marcus snatched a card, a sinister smile appearing on his face. He must have drawn a black card.

"Heh, suit yourself."

Mo Xing also drew a card, placing it face-down on the table without even looking. The crowd grew larger, curious about the match between the young man Gulaga called the "Gambling Immortal" and the underground "Little Gambling King" Marcus.

Marcus hummed as he drew his cards, while the "Gambling Immortal" remained calm and collected, placing each card face-down as if a magician preparing for a grand performance.

"I'm playing!" Marcus went first again, throwing down a red card and drawing another. He smirked; another black card! He now had five black cards, two red, and three functional cards. In ten turns, he would win! How much skill could this "Gambling Immortal" possibly have?

Marcus sneered, "I'll end this game in less than ten turns!"

"So arrogant!" someone shouted.
"The Little Gambling King is amazing!"
"Winning in ten turns?"
"That's top-tier!"

Facing the praise of the onlookers, Mo Xing only smiled. He gave the table a light tap, and the ten cards face-down before him flew into the air.

"Drop!"

At Mo Xing's command, the cards flipped and landed in a perfect "cross" formation. The symbols on them shocked everyone present: they were ten black cards!!!!