Kong Erhu's eyes flashed with a hint of fury, but he finally nodded.
"Rest assured, now that I've accepted defeat, I won't lay a hand on Wu Wei's women anymore," he said coldly.
"As for you, heh, you've got guts. Kill me today, if you can."
"Otherwise, I swear, I'll avenge today's grudge."
"And don't say I, Kong Erhu, didn't warn you."
The back of Kong Erhu's hand was already bandaged up.
Now, as he grew agitated, blood slowly began to seep through the bandage.
His face was fierce, and he glared at Yang Fei with malevolence, speaking very slowly, his words heavy with deep hatred.
Yang Fei sneered back, looking down on Kong Erhu with contempt: "When you have the ability to truly be my rival, you can talk tough then."
"Right now, you're not worthy!"
As the two spoke, the manager of the Junhao Casino had already exchanged the chips for a check.
He walked over, trembling, holding a check in both hands, yet not daring to hand it to Yang Fei, his eyes on Kong Erhu.
It was over twenty million.
Kong Erhu's heart began to throb with pain again.
For a moment, Kong Erhu felt an impulsive desire to throw caution to the wind and fight Yang Fei to the death regardless of the consequences.
But the sight of Yi Long, lying soft and limp on the ground, and the continued groans of his men outside,
reminded Kong Erhu all too well of the fearsomeness of this hotel odd-job man.
"If I keep the green hills in my heart, there'll never be a worry of no firewood to burn."
Kong Erhu almost crushed his teeth before managing to suppress the rage and frustration boiling in his chest.
He took the check for twenty-two million eight hundred thousand from the manager's hand and signed his own name.
Enduring his internal injuries, Kong Erhu handed the check to Yang Fei.
His smile was incredibly sinister as he said, "You can leave. I admit defeat. From now on, we follow our separate paths and meet our separate fates."
Yang Fei chuckled and snatched the check from Kong Erhu's hand.
He checked it for authenticity before putting it in his pocket: "Thanks, Boss Kong. It seems I have quite the gambling luck."
"If my wallet gets thin in the future, I'll come back for another round."
Upon hearing this, the manager's legs trembled, and he nearly fell to his knees.
Ni Ma, this bastard only came once, chopped off three of Third Master's fingers, and won over twenty million.
If he comes again, the casino would be damn ruined.
The best thing would be never to encounter such a calamity again.
Kong Erhu watched Yang Fei calmly and said in a deep voice, "Welcome to visit us again, but remember, a person's gambling luck is ever-changing."
"Just because you won today doesn't mean you will win in the future. Be careful, or you might lose even your head here."
Yang Fei laughed out loud and waved nonchalantly at Kong Erhu: "I live an upright and honest life, basking in good fortune."
"Even if I lose, it won't be a disaster. But you, Boss Kong, might not be so lucky. Take care of yourself."
After speaking, he hummed a tune and walked out of the Junhao Casino.
Everyone watched as Yang Fei swayed out of the Junhao Casino.
They all looked at Kong Erhu's ashen face, and nobody dared to speak.
Bang bang bang!
As Kong Erhu watched Yang Fei walk away, he snatched the Da Heixing Handgun from Adong's hand.
He fired off all the bullets in one breath.
Then, Kong Erhu threw the handgun to the ground and roared: "Garbage, you're all damn garbage!"
"You let a hotel odd-job man walk away with a third of my fortune!"
He screamed until his voice was hoarse, feeling a rage that started in his chest and surged to the top of his head, uncontrollable.
Kong Erhu stormed into the casino, punching and kicking.
He flipped over tables and swung chairs wildly, like a maddened beast.
Everyone listened to Kong Erhu's roars, watched his fury, and remained silent as cicadas in winter.
Not a single person dared to speak.
No matter who it was, someone who lost over twenty million in one night.
That kind of heartache and rage was beyond words.
Mr. Jing didn't dare to sit either, he was bending over, standing far behind Kong Erhu, attending to him.
Suddenly, Kong Erhu turned around, his eyes fixed on Yi Long on the floor.
His face was extremely ferocious, "Yi Long, before you fought with Yang Fei, you boasted that you would take him down within three moves. What happened?"
He let out a cold, piercing laugh, his voice chilling to the bone, as he stared at Yi Long whose limbs were disabled, his eyes bloodshot.
"It took mere seconds for him to beat you like a dead dog."
"Tell me, are you worth the two hundred thousand I paid for your bodyguard fee?"
Although all of Yi Long's limbs were dislocated, his face remained incredibly calm.
He said indifferently, "Lord Tiger, I was not skilled enough, I'm sorry."
For some reason, seeing Yi Long so calm and composed, Kong Erhu's uncontrollable rage climbed even higher.
Everyone else treated Kong Erhu with utmost respect, both fearful and reverent.
But this Yi Long, relying on his Kung Fu, never showed Kong Erhu a shred of courtesy, acting all high and mighty.
Because he relied on Yi Long's superior Kung Fu to keep control over the place,
Kong Erhu not only couldn't show his displeasure to Yi Long, he had to treat him like an ancestor, pampering him.
Normally, it was tolerable for Yi Long to act superior.
But now, he lost to Yang Fei, causing a loss of over twenty million to Junhao Casino.
This guy still had the same indifferent and lofty expression, which drove Kong Erhu's rage to the summit.
"Sorry is enough? Male Gobi, you've caused me a loss of over twenty million!"
"Over twenty million, you lowlife, can you even afford to compensate?"
Kong Erhu was gritting his teeth, growing angrier as he spoke.
He rushed over, and began punching and kicking Yi Long, who was paralyzed on the ground.
Everyone sighed with relief as they watched Kong Erhu vent his fury on Yi Long.
Mr. Jing felt something was wrong and wanted to speak up to stop it.
He opened his mouth but didn't say anything, just sighed.
Yi Long lay on the ground incapacitated, letting Kong Erhu kick and beat him at will.
However, his face still wore an indifferent expression.
Seeing his face made Kong Erhu even angrier, he doubled the force in his kicks.
He started stomping on Yi Long's head as if it were a calabash being crushed under his feet.
"I'll teach you to act tough, I'll make you act, act..."
In less than three minutes, Yi Long's head was a bloodied, indistinguishable mess.
Yi Long's eyes were swollen shut, blood smeared around his eye sockets, but he still tried his best to keep them open.
He said calmly, "Boss Kong, let's end our cooperation here. Once you've calmed down, I'll leave."
"Heh, you lowlife, you still think you can leave? Wishful thinking!"
Kong Erhu's heart brimmed with hatred, and he unleashed it all on Yi Long.
He decided to go all the way, picked up a dagger from the ground with a cold laugh.
"You've already been defeated by Yang Fei, your unbeatable reputation is ruined."
"Even if I kept you like a dog, you'd be useless."
"Since you're already a cripple, I might as well see you off myself."
"You want to kill someone to silence them?"
At this, Yi Long finally showed shock.
His bloodied face displayed nothing but surprise, "I've worked hard for you for three years, and now you want to kill me?"
Kong Erhu sneered, "I call this recycling trash."
"Tonight, Yang Fei caused trouble at Junhao Casino, fighting with you."
"If by tomorrow, news of your death spreads, tell me, wouldn't Yang Fei become the prime suspect?"
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