Urban Carefree Warrior God

"Unbelievable!"

"Dude, were you sent from heaven to save us?"

"I've seen people win three or five rounds in a row, but someone winning more than a dozen like this is completely unheard of!"

The awe-struck crowd drew in even more people to join. In just a few moments, Chen Yang had won over two hundred million. The bolder onlookers following his lead also won several million. To them, it was no different than picking up free money. They were thrilled, and one by one began to revere Chen Yang as a god.

"Make way!"

Suddenly, a group of burly men in black pushed through the crowd, surrounding Chen Yang.

The expressions of the people who, just a second ago, had been excited and ready to make another killing changed drastically. They all began to back away. A few of the more quick-witted ones dove into the crowd and headed straight for the chip redemption counter.

Those burly men were the casino's security. Such a large-scale deployment likely meant they were here to arrest someone.

That guy won over a dozen rounds… there's a ninety percent chance he was cheating! We just got lucky following him. We'd better run!

"Kid, you've got some nice tricks. I'd love to know how you did it," the middle-aged man holding two steel balls, Yan Haolin, said as he sat down beside Chen Yang. His lips curled into a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"It's simple."

Chen Yang glanced at him and tapped lightly on the table with his right hand.

BANG!

The dice cup a few meters away, along with the dice inside, exploded. The sudden blast startled everyone.

"This…"

Everyone's eyes widened in shock, as if they had just seen a ghost.

Damn! So this guy wasn't possessed by the God of Luck, he was cheating. And his method of cheating is so damn powerful! But the craziest part is, he revealed it so brazenly? He's too arrogant! He's literally asking to die.

This casino had existed for many years, and while there had been countless cheaters, not a single one had ever walked out of here alive.

"Heh…" Yan Haolin was stunned for a long moment before he laughed, a sound choked with anger. "Kid, are you provoking me? Do you have any idea what the consequences are?"

"I'm here to kill you," Chen Yang said indifferently, toying with a casino chip as he looked straight into Yan Haolin's eyes.

At once, the area fell into a dead silence.

Kill him? So this guy is actually here to stir up trouble? But causing trouble for Yan Haolin… isn't that just a death wish? The fact that Yan Haolin has controlled all the casinos in Lingjin City and survived for so many years speaks volumes. But this guy… he runs right into Yan Haolin's territory and bluntly says he's going to kill him. Heh… it's fine for young people to be a bit arrogant, but to be this ignorant of the stakes is just reckless.

Yan Haolin's eyes narrowed. "Kid, you came here specifically for me?" he asked grimly.

Chen Yang nodded seriously. "Naturally."

Yan Haolin slammed the two steel balls onto the table. "You're courting death!" he said coldly.

"Don't be in such a hurry to get angry. I have one more question," Chen Yang said calmly. "Was it you who was targeting Shanshan?"

Yan Haolin smiled, leaning close to Chen Yang and whispering, "Kid, so you're here for that damn girl? That's right, it was me. What are you going to do about it? Since you're here, let me tell you straight: I'm going to have that damn girl, no matter what!"

Yan Haolin grinned, a vicious sneer on his face. "She's so pretty and cute. I will be sure to… *cherish* her well!"

BANG!

Chen Yang grabbed his head and violently smashed it onto the adjacent table.

The surrounding group of burly men in black instantly surged forward.

How many people here have ever witnessed such a scene? It's terrifying!

"Haha!" Yan Haolin roared with a savage laugh. "You little bastard, do you see this? A punk like you dares to speak of killing me? What the hell do you think you are?"

Chen Yang was slightly surprised. But this reaction also revealed just how deep the collusion between Yan Haolin and the powers above him was.

"Let go of me now!" Yan Haolin said coldly.

BANG!

Instead of releasing him, Chen Yang grabbed Yan Haolin's head again and smashed it against the tabletop once more.

The onlookers were completely dumbfounded.

In a situation like this, he still dares to attack? His audacity is simply unbelievable!

Cough. Cough.

Blood poured in gulps from Yan Haolin's half-open mouth, a miserable sight.

"You're finished! I'll make you wish you were dead!" Yan Haolin snarled, his vicious smile unwavering. He showed no fear of Chen Yang. He had built his current empire by living on a knife's edge for decades; the ruthlessness in his bones hadn't diminished in the slightest. How could he possibly be intimidated by Chen Yang like this?

The next second, the sound of rhythmic marching suddenly echoed from the direction of the main entrance—uniform and thunderous.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

Huh?

Everyone turned their heads to look. As they watched, the crowd parted, making way for a Martial Guard Squad. The three large, blood-red characters spelling out 'Ten Thousand Martial Guards' were like sharp daggers piercing everyone's hearts.

Ten Thousand Martial Guards?!

Everyone present took a sharp, collective intake of breath.

"Drop your weapons! Surrender and you will not be killed!"

As Ji Ping spoke, a row of rifles was raised. The unified sound of their bolts being drawn back was like a clap of earth-shaking thunder, sending a chill of pure terror down everyone's spine.

The black-clad men, who had been so triumphant moments before, hastily dropped their own weapons and raised their hands. They were experts at using their numbers to bully the few and their strength to oppress the weak. But in this situation… who would dare to resist?

Then, a part of the squad rushed forward to restrain them.

Ji Ping walked up to Chen Yang and bowed respectfully. "Governor, your subordinate is late."

Yan Haolin stared, his mind blank.

The entire crowd was speechless.

G-Governor? Could… could this be the Nine Gates Admiral, the Zhennan Prince?

Chen Yang raised a hand. "Give me a knife."

Yan Haolin's blood ran cold.