Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Chapter 98 Straight Flush


A flush of playing cards flew through the air.

The cards sliced through the air, their piercing whistling sound painfully stinging everyone's ears.

Blood splattered everywhere!

Each person's neck was slashed by a playing card.

Blood gushed along the edges of the cards, flowing out rapidly.

The corners of the cards were sharper than daggers, penetrating the left side of each ruffian's neck, embedding three centimeters deep.

Just two more millimeters, and the seven ruffians' major arteries would have been severed by the cards.

At that point, whether they could survive would depend on fate.

Everyone dared not move an inch.

Each person turned into a statue, staring blankly at Yang Fei.

In Yang Fei's hands, another flush of cards appeared.

He didn't look at the others, his gaze calmly fixed on the cards in his hand.

The brimmed hat obscured Yang Fei's face, but the thick murderous aura emanating from him was unmistakably apparent.

No one knew how this damned fellow launched those cards?

And how could the cards that flew out possess such lethal force?

The once bold ruffians unconsciously retreated to the periphery.

Money is important, but it's useless if there's no life to spend it.

Single-eye, crimped scissor grip.

When Yang Fei made his move, anyone could see that he had shown mercy.

Otherwise, the flush of cards could have cut every person's major artery.

Or even directly sealed their throats with blood.

The usually inscrutable Mr. Jing, this time, finally showed a look of astonishment on his face.

He quietly stepped back, unconsciously distancing himself from Kong Erhu.

Kong Erhu remained standing in his place.

His eyes widened, shivering as he stared at Yang Fei.

Kong Erhu had never imagined that this odd-job man at the hotel could be so terrifying.

His skills could no longer be described simply as Kung Fu.

Was this even a power that a human could possess?

Regret, frustration, despair, and even a desperate craziness flashed through Kong Erhu's mind.

If he had known the Lanting Hotel was so fearsome, he would never have meddled in its affairs no matter what.

This was like seeing a docile, easily bullied dog on the street.

After Kong Erhu decisively kicked it, the seemingly weak dog instantly transformed into a prehistoric overlord dragon capable of destroying the earth.

All Kong Erhu felt now was regret.

He held the reacquired Da Heixing but found no courage to shoot.

"You bastard, I'll kill you!"

Just then, Adong suddenly roared.

He snatched the Da Heixing from Kong Erhu's hand, pointed it at Yang Fei, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The bullet whizzed out, and Yang Fei's figure ghostly evaded to the left, dodging with a series of lightning-fast rolls.

At the same time, he flicked his left hand!

Cling!

Again, a metallic screech rang out.

Adong screamed as the three fingers holding the gun were brutally sliced off by a playing card.

And the other six or seven cards, sharp as blades, embedded themselves into Adong's forehead, cheeks, and other parts, as blood gushed out rapidly.

Adong's eyes widened, disbelievingly staring ahead.

Then, he fell down like a log.

Yang Fei coldly looked at Kong Erhu, and like magic, another flush of cards appeared in his hand.

The hearts flush, its vivid pattern as glaring as fresh blood.

Kong Erhu's nerves finally collapsed.

He finally raised his hand, "I admit defeat, what do you want to do?"

The notorious Big Rascal, who had dominated Yannan City for over a decade, finally gave in.

Strangely, no one laughed at him.

In fact, the fact that Kong Erhu had held out until now had already earned him the respect of many for his toughness.

Facing such a fearsome person and being tough to the end was definitely not an act of a hero.

That was something only a fool would do.

Yang Fei carelessly threw down the terrifying flush of playing cards, finally discarding them on the ground.

As the scattered cards gracefully hit the floor, the hearts of all the ruffians, held high with tension, also finally landed.

My god, no one had ever seen such terrifying cards.

They were truly the equivalent of a Soul Chasing and Life Snatching Heavy Sniper!

Yang Fei dusted off his hands and said lightly, "Since you admit defeat, let's sit down and talk."

Kong Erhu nodded, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling a chilling draft down his spine.

Upon uttering his surrender, for some reason, a massive weight seemed to suddenly lift, making him feel instantly lighter.

"Alright, disperse, disperse, there's nothing to see here."

Upon hearing Kong Erhu concede, all the ruffians breathed a sigh of relief and began ushering the spectators away.

My god, this guy Yang Fei was too fierce; fighting him was akin to seeking death.

No one wanted to face such a terrible opponent again.

A group of ruffians began cleaning up the scene and tending to their comrades.

Fortunately, Yang Fei had shown some mercy; most of the ruffians had only superficial injuries.

Even Adong, who had fired his gun, had only his four fingers chopped off and a few new scars added to his face.

His chopped off fingers could be reattached.

As for the scars on his face, these Underworld guys paid them no mind; instead, they wore them as badges of honor.

Shortly thereafter, the injured were sent away for treatment and the onlooking guests were forcibly driven out.

Inside the courtyard of the casino, only Yang Fei, Kong Erhu, Mr. Jing, and a few of Kong Erhu's trusted ruffians were left.

Of course, there was also Yi Long whose limbs and joints had been disabled in the cellar.

Yang Fei didn't bother to talk much with Kong Erhu.

Standing in place, he said indifferently, "I came here to gamble; what should we do about these chips?"

"Exchange, exchange, exchange them immediately," Kong Erhu blurted out.

Looking at the mountainous pile of chips inside the private room, Kong's heart bled.

A total of 2,280,000, nearly more than half of what the Junhao Casino owned, had been forcefully taken by Yang Fei.

This huge sum, beyond the reach of an ordinary person to amass in ten lifetimes, had in the blink of an eye gone into Yang Fei's hands.

Kong Erhu's heart ached as if he was cutting his own flesh.

However, on the surface, he warmly and generously called the staff over to immediately help Yang Fei exchange the chips.

Yang Fei's expression brightened a bit as he nodded, saying lightly, "That's how business should be conducted."

He pulled out a cigarette, and Kong Erhu quickly took out a lighter with utmost respect and lit it for him.

Yang Fei took a puff, exhaling the smoke from his nostrils, and said in a subdued tone, "Also, I have a favor to ask from Boss Kong."

"Zhang Lifang, widow of Wu Wei, currently resides in the Lanting Hotel, and she has some history with me. Could you please refrain from troubling her?"

Kong Erhu's heart trembled.

He finally understood why Yang Fei had inexplicably sought him out.

It turned out Zhang Lifang had sought refuge in the Lanting Hotel under Yang Fei's protection. By targeting Zhang Lifang, he was actually provoking this scourge.

Kong Erhu, being a typical old hand in the Mortal World, didn't drag his feet once he had admitted defeat.

Without saying another word, he took out his phone, handed it to Yang Fei, and said, "All the videos and photos are in this phone, with no backups."

Yang Fei nodded, slipping the phone into his pocket.

He said indifferently, "I'll tentatively believe you for now. I'll return this to Zhang Lifang."

"But if the contents of the phone leak out, heh, you know the consequences!"

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