The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness - Chapter 188
113. The Victor
“Not just the casino and the money, now your life is also mine?”
With that extremely cold and mocking remark, the once lively atmosphere of the casino instantly fell into silence.
The elegant and soft music had unknowingly stopped, replaced by a chilling hum. Sharp weapons were drawn from sleeves, walls, and under tables, and the previously courteous waiters instantly transformed into armed thugs.
Even the scantily clad dealer beauties raised small crossbows, seemingly pulled from nowhere, aimed at Mu En.
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Killing intent surged.
In an instant, the man who had just won everything found himself trapped.
“Kid, do you think you know who I am?”
Sam stared intensely at Mo En, his forehead veins bulging:
“I’m the Rat King Sam, the one who’s been making a mess in my casino, and the rats that have been gnawing at the bones of the last person who dared to cause trouble are now nothing but a pile of bones!”
“What’s that supposed to mean? How could I be causing trouble? Sam, you’re the one who agreed to play cards with me, determined the rules, and lost everything. You’re even the one who cheated, but now you’re the one who’s still holding the cards!”
Mo En’s eyes twinkled with mischief:
“Who’s causing trouble, anyway?”
“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”
Sam’s anger boiled over, his ugly face twisted with rage.
When had he ever been treated like this?
Never!
From the moment he stepped into this path, he had only been the one playing tricks on others.
And besides…
Sam’s gaze swept over Mo En’s face, his anger growing more uncontrollable.
Who would have thought that the one playing tricks on him was a wealthy northern aristocrat?
The Rat King Sam, the one who was recognized as a fool with a lot of money, was being played by a northern aristocrat? If this got out, it would become the laughingstock of the entire lower city district within a day!
He absolutely wouldn’t allow it!
“I admit that I lost this time,” Sam said with a cold smile.
“But it seems you don’t understand…
In the lower city district, winning or losing has never had anything to do with luck or skill. The one who determines the outcome is always the one with the power!”
Sam pressed the trigger of the crossbow, the one that could pierce the scales of a magical beast, and finally calmed down slightly. He scrutinized Mo En’s face, trying to find a hint of fear.
But the man surrounded by numerous thugs, with multiple crossbows pointed at him, remained as calm as ever.
He even turned his head to look at the female gamblers holding the crossbows, as if thinking about where they might have gotten such large crossbows from.
“Mr. Sam, I advise you not to do this,” Mo En turned his gaze away, as if he hadn’t seen the crossbow that could take his life with a single shot, and instead offered a serious suggestion:
“This kind of dangerous thing can easily hurt people.”
“Go to hell, I’m the one who’s going to get you!” Sam’s anger was again hard to contain, and he didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger.
Zzzt—
The arrow pierced the air, producing a sharp, ear-piercing whine.
The arrow struck Mo En’s forehead with precision, and with the added strength of magical power, it exploded his skull in an instant, sending red and white matter flying in all directions.
The smell of blood filled the air.
The atmosphere in the arena once again fell into a frozen state, only a helpless sigh could be heard.
“Why won’t you listen to me, Mr. Sam?”
Mu En slightly turned to evade an arrow, adjusted his tilted top hat, and cast a regretful glance at the headless corpse behind him.
That was a thug who had tried to block his escape, but he was dead now.
Killed by the Rat King’s crossbow.
“You see, as long as I dodge, it’s him who’s unlucky. I told you it was dangerous, why don’t you believe me?”
“You b*stard!”
The Rat King’s face instantly twisted into a grimace; he didn’t even need to give orders, as a dozen crossbows around him were already poised to strike.
You can dodge one, but can you dodge a dozen?
Let’s see if I don’t shoot you to…
“Wait… wait, everyone stop, all of you stop!”
But just as the dozen crossbows were about to fire in unison, the Rat King’s fierce expression changed, transforming into one of sheer terror in an instant.
He stared at Mu En’s hand, as if he saw something unbelievable, his tone becoming somewhat hoarse.
“Everyone stop, put down your weapons, quickly!”
The thugs exchanged glances, not understanding why their boss, who could easily kill the opponent with a single word, was suddenly acting so strangely.
But since it was the boss’s order, they could only comply.
The frozen atmosphere thawed, the killing intent dissipated, but it was filled with an inexplicable eeriness.
Seeing this, Mu En couldn’t help but reveal a teasing smile, his fingertips deftly flipping the card, “It seems you’ve noticed, Mr. Sam.”
“When did…”
Sam stared at Mu En’s flipping fingertips, his expression extremely grim.
But at this moment, Mu En held no weapon, nor any large-scale destructive magical device; in his hand, there was only a playing card.
A playing card that the Rat King Sam was extremely familiar with.
Because that card should have been among the cards he discarded, helping him win this gamble.
Yet now, it appeared in the hands of this man who called himself Bruce.
And he had been completely unaware.
Instinctively touching his empty sleeve, and recalling the sudden change in his hand, the Rat King was drenched in cold sweat.
Since this man could replace and take his card without him noticing, it meant that…
“I could also kill you in the instant you don’t even realize it.”
Mu En helped the Rat King finish the latter half of the sentence, then smiled as he spun the playing card in his hand, letting it land in front of the Rat King.
“Just as Mr. Sam said earlier, this gamble is really not important at all; what stakes, what cheats, those are merely trifles in the game.
What matters is that you are sitting in front of me, sitting in a place where I can reach you with just an outstretched hand. Isn’t that enough?”
Sam lowered his head, staring at the playing card that still carried his breath. In an instant, all the color drained from his face, turning even paler than the card itself.
“I thought it was just some kind of illusion,” he stammered.
“Ha, an illusion? In a place like a casino, illusions are quickly seen through.”
“Who exactly are you?”
The Rat King raised his head, fixing his gaze on this unfamiliar man.
He finally realized that this was not some foolish rich man, but a monster emerging from the shadows.
And he had naively thought he could win a gamble against a monster; what difference did it make to offer himself up on its platter?
“Bruce Wayne.”
The man introduced himself again:
“A passing… ordinary citizen.”
“Ordinary citizen? Ha, what a fine ordinary citizen.”
Sam lay back in his chair, a bitter smile on his face:
“Let’s say you are… So, Mr. Bruce, what do you want from me?”
“Don’t worry.”
Muen interlaced his fingers, smiling warmly and gentlemanly:
“I just want Mr. Sam to help me with a small favor.”