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“This is a master…” In a private room at the Xiaoshan International Club, a lean, small old man, his face grave, impatiently waved his hand, cutting off the furious outburst of Boss Yan. “Liangzi didn't lose unfairly.

If it were me, I might have fallen for his trap too.” Boss Yan immediately silenced himself, asking with disbelief, “Uncle Dong, are you saying the kid is a cheat?” “No, he’s more skilled than a cheat.” Old Man Dong shook his head and sighed, “His skill is almost supernatural. It’s as if he knows everyone’s cards before they’re even played.

I even suspect he intentionally showed us Boss Liu’s two cards.” Boss Yan was startled. “He knew we had cameras?” Old Man Dong glanced at him and sneered, “What else did you think?

Except for the few hands he lost, did the camera ever catch his cards?” Boss Yan sucked in a cold breath, just as Old Man Dong continued, “Send him out politely, and abandon any thought of recruiting him. Our little establishment is too shallow; we can’t afford to host such a powerful dragon crossing the river.” …… Wang Zhuo and his party successfully cashed out their chips and drove away from the Xiaoshan Club.

Nearly five million in cash couldn’t fit into Wang Zhuo’s small briefcase. The Xiaoshan Club specially provided him with a large, combination-locked suitcase, into which they meticulously stacked the four hundred bundles of cash after verifying every bill in front of Wang Zhuo and his group.

Counterfeit money? Not a single one.

Wang Zhuo was absolutely certain, as his Fiery Eyes weren't just for show. As the car merged onto the main road, Ji Yunlei let out a long breath and laughed, “Wang Zhuo, your luck is truly invincible.

Today was truly glorious!” “Luck?” Wang Zhuo let out a cold laugh, turning the wheel to pull over to the roadside before cutting the engine. “Do you really think I won that money relying on luck?” He turned to face Ji Yunlei in the passenger seat, “Boss Zhou and Boss Liu were working together.

Did you notice?” “Uh… I saw it,” Ji Yunlei forced a smile. “They left together, after all.” “I saw it the moment they sat down,” Wang Zhuo sneered.

“If it were you, what good would it do to figure it out only after they’ve won and left?” Ji Yunlei fell silent, his face burning with embarrassment at being reprimanded so directly by his sister’s classmate. Seeing his sullen defiance, Wang Zhuo continued to mock him, “And when Qiu Guangliang was dealing, he always controlled three cards.

Did you see that?” Ji Yunlei blinked, shaking his head in disbelief. Getting caught cheating meant a beating; he’d gambled for so long and had only seen it happen once.

“Then did you see him marking the cards?” Wang Zhuo pressed. When Ji Yunlei shook his head again, he huffed, “You can’t even spot those things, and you dare to gamble?

I think you go there just to give money away!” Ji Yunlei remained stubbornly unconvinced. “Then how did you win?” “How did I win?” Wang Zhuo shot him an exasperated look, thinking to himself: I win because I have X-ray vision.

Do you? Casually picking up the suitcase, Wang Zhuo pulled out a stack of bills.

He flipped them quickly with his hand and handed them to Ji Yunlei: “8465163. That’s the last seven digits of the first stack.

Check if it’s right.” Ji Yunlei checked the bills doubtfully, then froze. Every single one matched perfectly.

“You think that’s all my skill amounts to? We’re not done,” Wang Zhuo huffed.

“5496281. That’s the last seven digits of the second stack.

Check them in reverse order.” After verifying the match, Ji Yunlei was utterly defeated. What kind of eyesight was this?

Now he finally believed Wang Zhuo. With such vision, he could not only memorize card sequences during shuffling but also discern others’ cards from the slightest imperfection.

How could someone with such ability not win money? Thinking of this, Ji Yunlei’s eyes grew eager.

If he could learn this trick from Wang Zhuo, wouldn’t his future be set? “Want to learn?

Forget it. Do you understand talent?

You simply aren't cut out for this,” Wang Zhuo unceremoniously crushed Ji Yunlei’s hope. Ji Yunlei’s face immediately turned sour like a bitter melon, but recalling Wang Zhuo’s relationship with his sister, he held onto a sliver of hope.

If his sister could secure this young man, wouldn't asking his future brother-in-law for help grant him at least a little face? “How long have you been using drugs?” Wang Zhuo asked while starting the car.

“...Six months,” Ji Yunlei admitted after a pause. “Have you tried to quit?” Wang Zhuo asked again.

Ji Yunlei immediately shook his head. “I quit already.” “You quit this morning, didn’t you?” Wang Zhuo sneered, stating calmly, “One road leads to the detox center for forced withdrawal.

The other is me helping you quit. You choose.” Anger immediately surged up in Ji Yunlei.

“Why should I listen to you?” “Because you owe me two hundred thousand,” Wang Zhuo glanced at him dismissively, “And your worthless life, and your sister’s future.” Ji Yunlei was stunned, then completely deflated, sitting silently with his head bowed. Seeing he wasn't entirely hopeless, Wang Zhuo pondered for a moment, deciding a strong medicine was necessary.

“You probably don’t know this, but the four hundred thousand from last night was your sister’s price for selling herself. I’ve already taken her,” Wang Zhuo stated.

Ji Yunlei snapped his head up, feeling as if he’d been struck by a thousand-pound sledgehammer. “She gave up her dignity to save your mother’s life, and you, her own brother, are using the money she earned from selling herself to gamble and use drugs?” “Shut up!” Ji Yunlei’s eyes were bloodshot, glaring at Wang Zhuo like a man-eating beast ready to spit fire.

Wang Zhuo glanced at him coolly. “You want me to shut up?

Ji Qiong can ask me to, Aunt Li can ask me to, but you have absolutely no standing.” Ji Yunlei panted, channeling his internal energy, looking ready to fight Wang Zhuo to the death. “Angry because you’re ashamed?

Is your pride worth more than your sister’s virtue and Aunt Li’s life?” Wang Zhuo’s face hardened as he continued to sting him mercilessly with words. Ji Yunlei suddenly looked like a balloon punctured by a needle, screaming hysterically, “Stop the car, stop the car!

I’m getting out!” Bang. A punch delivered with five-tenths force landed squarely on his cheek.

Deep crimson blood immediately burst forth from his nostrils like a breached dam. Ji Yunlei was completely stunned by the blow.

He had never imagined Wang Zhuo would hit him, and with zero mercy, drawing blood instantly. Wang Zhuo slammed the brakes hard, turned, and pointed fiercely at his nose: “If you are a man with balls, go get clean.

If you can’t quit, go die. Don't live to burden your mother and sister.” Ji Yunlei’s expression shifted rapidly.

Finally, he gritted his teeth hard, lowered his head abruptly, and slammed it against the dashboard. After a long moment, when he raised his head again, a large bruise was already swelling on his forehead.

“I’ll go to the detox center.” Ji Qiong, sitting in the back, burst into tears. Her helplessness, her sense of injustice, her confusion, and her regret exploded all at once.

Her small, frail body, relieved of immense pressure, finally vented its emotions without reservation. The Audi car, amidst a chorus of angry and impatient horns, executed a U-turn in the middle of the road and pulled onto a service lane ahead.

In front stood a building of deep blue, heavily guarded, with a large sign bearing the words: Xiaoshan Compulsory Detoxification Center. Ji Yunlei, covered in blood, stumbled out of the car.

Under the gaze of his sister and Wang Zhuo, he walked step by step toward the center’s main gate. The two security guards quickly approached him.

Seeing the blood still dripping from the hand covering his nose, they immediately asked if he needed to call the police. “I am here voluntarily to detoxify,” Ji Yunlei firmly pushed away one guard’s offer of support.

He looked back one last time at the car parked in the distance and roared in a muffled voice, “I am a man! I damn well have balls!” …… In Jiangzhou, in the late days of November, the autumn wind was bleak.

Wang Zhuo, out for his morning run, was sweating profusely on the track when his path was blocked by several familiar-looking female students. “Instructor Wang, why are you still running?

Didn’t you go to the morgue?” Wang Zhuo paused, then asked with a mix of frustration and amusement, “Why would I go there if I’m fine?” “No wonder! You didn’t know,” a tall girl with a few freckles across her nose chuckled mysteriously.

“Hurry over and check it out! There’s something you won’t expect.” “Then I’ll finish these two laps first.” As Wang Zhuo prepared to move, his phone, clipped to his waist, rang.

He took it out to see it was the Department Head, Wang Taiping. “Wang Zhuo, why aren’t you in your dorm?

Get over to the morgue quickly. I need to speak with you.” Hanging up, Wang Zhuo gave a wry smile.

It seemed the remaining two laps wouldn't happen. At the same time, he was puzzled.

What could it be? “You’ll know when you get there,” the girls chirped, sharing a knowing glance before walking away arm-in-arm.

“What on earth is going on, so secretive…” Wang Zhuo muttered, putting away his phone and breaking into a quick jog toward the morgue building. Halfway there, a Dongfeng Liberation truck, looking at least forty years old, chugged past him, rattling violently.

Two armed judicial police officers, holding submachine guns, stood in the canvas-covered rear, their expressions cold and solemn in the morning breeze. Wang Zhuo had encountered this exact scene once after enrolling.

Seeing this truck, he immediately understood: the court was delivering the body of a death row inmate again. Arriving in front of the morgue building, the crowd was mostly composed of freshmen who had recently enrolled.

Some had even been specifically encouraged by their counselors to toughen up. Wang Taiping spotted Wang Zhuo in the crowd and immediately beckoned him over.

A large tarp was spread out on the ground, displaying three male corpses dressed in new clothes, their heads covered with newspapers. Beside them sat a black body bag, emitting a slight chill of frost.

“This situation is a bit difficult,” Wang Taiping said with a bitter smile, patting Wang Zhuo’s shoulder. “Our school has been established for decades, and this is the first time we’ve received a body killed by one of our own students.” Wang Zhuo instantly understood.

The black bag didn’t contain anyone else—it held that bald man surnamed Xue. Seeing the strange looks on Wang Taiping and the cluster of school leaders and teachers beside him, Wang Zhuo awkwardly scratched his head.

He had really made a spectacle of himself this time; it wouldn’t be long before the news spread throughout the entire school… “Originally, we didn't plan to tell you. It’s all the fault of that talkative driver, who let it slip while chatting with some students,” Wang Taiping explained.

“So now I need to consult your opinion: should the school keep this body, or should we send it over to one of our sister institutions?”