Chapter 1865: Lost again

“Oh, you’re right!” Yang Ming nodded thoughtfully at Klass’s words.

“Hehe…” Klass was elated. Does this mean Yang Ming will not take another card? Doesn’t that mean I will win? Wow! Hahahahaha! Yang Ming, oh Yang Ming, you are still too green to fight with me!

Although this hand [1] was not great for me, I still successfully turned around the situation and ended up as the big winner! Wow, Kakaka, that’s great!

“This is the last game, and I don’t want to lose all my previous effort. So, I have decided! I’ll take another card!” Yang Ming smiled gratefully at Klass after he finished speaking.

“Ah?” Klass’s jaw dropped, and his eyes widened. He wants another card? Did I hear right? Didn’t he already decide before not to draw another one? It should be that he doesn’t want to. How come he is insisting that he wants another card now?

“I thought that the cards in my hand are already very big. So, I didn’t want another one. But after hearing your advice, I think you are right. This is the last hand. I have to gamble. Otherwise, I may lose everything I won before!” said Yang Ming solemnly. “This will be a bigger victory… ”

Klass felt like crying when he heard Yang Ming’s words. Does this gamble lead to a bigger victory? It seemed that my words were counterproductive? ​​Yang Ming did not intend to take another card, but my words changed his mind?

Oh shucks! What’s this called? Isn’t this toying with people? How did Yang Ming become so smart? Is he really stupid or pretending to be stupid? Why am I such a blabbermouth? Will keeping my mouth shut kill me? I just can’t keep my big mouth shut!

In fact, what Klass did not know was that it did not matter whether he said those words or not. Yang Ming intentionally said this to make him feel uncomfortable. If he did not say these words, Yang Ming would have said that he meant to ask for another card.

If that was the case, Klass would be just as upset as to why he didn’t babble his mouth to try to persuade Yang Ming.

This was what Yang Ming wanted. Let this guy be sick to the stomach [2]. Who else could he give such a bad time!

“Hmph.” Klass’s face did not look pleasant, but he could not change what was in front of him. His loss was a foregone conclusion. It could not be changed.

Regardless of what happened next, it was meaningless to continue to gamble. It would be boring. But Klass then thought up an idea. If I can trick Yang Ming into continuing to ask for cards, he would eventually go bust, wouldn’t he?

With this thought, Klass regained some confidence. He smiled at Yang Ming, “Yeah, but your cards are not that big. So, maybe you can ask for another card?”

“Yeah.” Yang Ming nodded and did not attempt to hide. In fact, it was obvious. Yang Ming’s face-up card was a ten. It did not matter what his face down card was. His total points were already over ten. So, this Ace of Hearts must be used as a point.

“I think, in this case, you might as well request another card while you are hot,” said Klass.

“Oh, you’re right,” said Yang Ming as he nodded. “Then, I’ll get one! Dealer, deal.”

The dealer gave Yang Ming another card. It was an Ace of Diamonds.

“What?” Yang Ming pretended to be surprised and looked at the card in front of him, “Why is it an Ace?”

Klass was very excited to see his plan working. Yang Ming seemed to be easily duped. He believed what I said and asked for another card.

“Hah, it seems Mr. Yang is lucky!” Klass smiled. “Do you still want another card?”

Klass’s meaning was very obvious. Since Yang Ming was lucky, he should continue.

“Yes, Mr. Klass, you’re right. My luck is great!” Yang Ming nodded and said with deep conviction.

Klass smiled with satisfaction at Yang Ming’s words. But Yang Ming’s following words almost made him cry!

Klass listened as Yang Ming continued, “Thank you for your reminder. No one can be lucky all the time. So, I have decided that I don’t want another card.”

Klass was going crazy. Is there a problem with Yang Ming’s ability to understand? I gave a clear explanation. Could it be that Yang Ming did not understand? The same thing as before happened again. It appears I can not give any hint to Yang Ming at all. This Yang Ming has a problem understanding hints. How could I explain even more clearly?

Of course, Klass was only silently criticizing Yang Ming. Of course, he did not think that there was a problem with Yang Ming’s IQ or Yang Ming’s ability to understand. Otherwise, his boss behind the scenes would not expend so much effort to deal with Yang Ming.

In his opinion, he reckoned that Yang Ming misunderstood him as he was Chinese. Although Yang Ming’s English was fluent, he was not able to understand subtle hints very well.

Klass did not give it much thought before as his mind was occupied with the gambling table. Both the dealer and Smith certainly did not understand Chinese. So, Klass decided to speak in English. Now, it seemed like he needed to speak in Chinese with Yang Ming!

“You are not going to think about it anymore?” Klass was a little persistent.

“Stop dealing the cards,” said Yang Ming to the dealer with a smile.

“Sir, do you still want any more cards?” asked the dealer as he nodded at Klass.

Klass knew what the next card was, and knew that he would bust if he asked for it. It did not matter whether he wanted the card or not. He said resentfully, “No, stop!”

“Well, both sides please reveal your cards,” said the dealer after hearing Krass’s words.

When he saw Yang Ming’s face-down card, Klass, frustratedly said, “I lost.”

“Hehe, if that’s the case, will my friend be freed?” asked Yang Ming with a smile.

“Yes. That’s right.” Klass was very dispirited. Initially, his plan was going well. However, Yang Ming unexpectedly won two consecutive rounds and turned the situation around.

Well, do I need to consider forcing Yang Ming to stay here?

“Mr. Yang, you bet for your two friends for these two rounds. Now we are even. Isn’t it fair to bet another round?” asked Klass, pretending to be a gambling addict wanting to continue.

“Oh, is that the case?” Yang Ming glanced at Klass with interest. Looks like this kid is not willing to give up!

“Boss, don’t bet with him!” Zhang Bing was worried that Yang Ming would not reject him straight away. It is not easy to gain such an advantage. Don’t lose it!

Zhang Jiefang was anxious as well. But he didn’t say anything as Zhang Bing had voiced out his thoughts.

Klass frowned when he saw Zhang Bing causing a commotion. If he knew this would have happened earlier, he would have asked someone to seal their mouths with adhesive tape. This would have prevented them from stirring up unnecessary troubles and talking nonsense.

Klass pretended he did not hear Zhang Bing and asked, “Mr. Yang, what do you think?”

Yang Ming gestured to Zhang Bing to keep quiet. He then smiled and said to Klass, “Your proposal is good. However, what are we betting this time? You have lost all your chips to me.”

“Hehe, like I said. I am a person who loves excitement and risks!” Klass laughed. “Of course, we will gamble our lives!”

“Gambling with your life? Whose life do I use? You want me to use their lives?” Yang Ming pointed to Zhang Bing and Zhang Jiefang.

“Ah…Mr. Yang, you can’t be risking your friends anymore?” Klass was bewildered. He did not expect Yang Ming to make such a suggestion! What he meant was for Yang Ming to gamble his own life!

“I am just joking,” said Yang Ming calmly. “Well, since you like to gamble with your life, then let us gamble with our lives!”

“En, it seems that Mr. Yang is also fond of gambling!” Klass was very happy that Yang Ming agreed. He had already planned out. For this round, no matter what, I will shamelessly seize the opportunity to decide whether to take the cards first or later.

“Hehe——” Yang Ming laughed and didn’t answer.

“Mr. Yang, what are we playing this time? Are we still playing BlackJack?” asked Krass.

“Oh, let’s change the game this time.” Yang Ming stood up when he finished talking and walked towards Smith. Just when everyone was wondering what Yang Ming was going to do, there was a pistol in Yang Ming’s hand.

Chapter 1866: This Is Called Gambling Your Life

“You…what are you going to do?” Krass was shocked. Of course, he was nervous when he saw that Yang Ming suddenly held a pistol in his hand. Is Yang Ming so enraged by my insistence to continue gambling that he wants to kill me?

Smith’s men were also startled. All of them quickly drew out their pistols and pointed at Yang Ming when they saw Yang Ming holding a pistol.

“Why are you so nervous?” Yang Ming raised his head and looked calmly at those around him.

Everyone thought in their hearts, You are holding a pistol and yet you still ask us why we are so nervous. Isn’t it obvious? Will we be nervous if you didn’t draw out your pistol?

“I’m just looking for a gambling prop,” said Yang Ming indifferently. “Since Mr. Klass loves risks and excitement so much, how can I deny your wish? Since we are gambling our lives, then let’s make it even more exciting!”

“What are you trying to say?” Klass looked at Yang Ming coldly. He vaguely felt that something was wrong.

“Have you watched The Bund [3]? There is an episode in which Xu Wenqiang and Feng Jingyao gambled this way once,” said Yang Ming. He opened the pistol’s cylinder, poured out all the bullets, then picked one up and put it in. Then, he quickly turned the cylinder, spun it quickly, and snapped the cylinder back. Even Klass could not determine where the bullet was at this speed.

Klass’s expression changed. Of course, he knew how Yang Ming wanted to gamble. He had watched it on The Bund. Even if he had not watched it, he would still understand what Yang Ming was doing at this moment!

Load one bullet and take turns to fire. Whoever was unlucky would get the bullet.

Yang Ming had already thought of this when he first entered the private room. Yang Ming made this decision when he saw that Smith had a revolver pinned to his waist.

Revolvers were rarely used these days. Both Klass’s men and Smith’s men carried automatic pistols in their pockets.

Although some countries and troops still used revolvers, it was undeniable that revolvers, an invention from the last century, had become a part of history. The revolver in Yang Ming’s hand was invented in 1835. It was an improved version of the American Samuel Colt revolver, and obtained a British patent. This gun was considered to be the first revolver that was really widely used. The revolver of a revolver pistol usually had five to six chambers in which bullets were loaded and rotated. The bullets were fired one at a time and were in a standby state at all other times.

At that time, it was a trend for many sheriffs and western cowboys to pin the revolver to their waists.

However, Yang Ming’s opinion was that Smith was just being pretentious or pretending to be a cowboy. In a place like a casino, automatic pistols were obviously better than revolvers in emergency situations.

But Smith was the leader of the security guard department. It was sufficient for his men to have automatic pistols. As a boss, he could afford to be pretentious but unfortunately this was exploited by Yang Ming.

“Mr. Yang, you mean. We use this pistol…” Klass did not expect Yang Ming to be so crazy.

“Hehe, you want excitement. I think this is the most exciting!” said Yang Ming indifferently. “What’s wrong? Is Mr. Klass scared?”

“Scared? That is a joke! I crave excitement the most!” said Klass untruthfully as he was cornered by Yang Ming.

“Well, in that case, let’s take a single shot each using this pistol?” Yang Ming looked at Krass. “Between the two of us, who will go first?”

The bystanders were dumbfounded. Although they had seen similar circumstances in movies, they had never seen anyone play this way in reality! This was simply unbelievable!

Zhang Bing and Zhang Jiefang were also dumbfounded. They did not expect Yang Ming to be so aggressive. He brought up such a gambling game right away!

Smith too did not expect the situation to turn out like this. He knew the truth behind Klass’s words of liking risks and excitement. It was all just nonsense. Klass was a reputed part-time consultant of the casino. How could he like risks and excitement?

Klass was currently under a lot of psychological pressure. He had shot himself in the foot. This made him feel terrible. Klass sighed. It was still possible for him to back out at this time. His original thought was to stall for time. He would stall until his men outside gave him a signal. Then, they would come in and deal with Yang Ming. He would not need to take any risks himself.

After all, the risk of playing with a gun was too high. Any misstep would mean death. If Yang Ming was dead, then all was well. But, if he was the one who died, what was there to play around?

However, until now, his people had not communicated with him. This made Klass furious. Why are these people so inefficient? Didn’t they already plan it earlier? After I entered the casino, they would lay low in the casino on the first floor. They would then notify me by text message after they were in position.

But, until now, Klass had not received any text messages.

Dang it, these people! Now that matters have come to a head, they must have screwed up. When the matter comes to an end, I must discredit them before the boss!

But, it was hopeless. No matter how angry Klass was, it was of no use. Luckily, he had prepared a backup plan and had not put all his eggs in one basket.

When he thought of this, Klass quickly pressed the send button on the mobile phone to send out a prepared text message. This was to get his second team to quickly come over and prepare to act.

What Klass did not know was that his people laying low in the casino hall were long discovered by Golden Bull and others. All of them were quietly murdered or spirited away. Golden Bull could easily distinguish these people, especially those who kept staring at the third private room. Golden Bull had already seized all of them, one by one. This was why Klass did not receive any news. All of his henchmen were killed. Naturally, corpses were not able to send any messages.

But, Klass had managed to prepare an armed squad to lay low outside the casino. This was meant for an emergency rescue. These people were more brazen than those in the lobby. These people were fully armed with guns. They were waiting for Klass’s orders to rush straight into the casino and shoot.

“Orders received. Everyone be on your guard and get ready to go!” The captain of the armed squad glanced at the message on his phone and commanded his men.

“Yes!” This well trained armed squad quickly got into position and were prepared to take action.

But, just as these people were about to leave, the unexpected happened.

“Everyone raise your hands. Otherwise, we will take action!” Wang Peng had been observing this group of people for a long time. However, Wang Peng had ignored them previously as he saw that they were not taking any action.

But, when he suddenly saw the leader gathering the group of people after glancing at his phone, Wang Peng naturally could not sit and watch anymore. He immediately called his subordinates to surround them.

The members of the armed squad were not holding their guns because they were on standby. As a result, it was too late to draw their guns at this time. The other group was already pointing the muzzle of their guns at them and they could only raise their hands in resignation.

“Come with us,” said Wang Peng calmly. With a wave of his hands, these people were disarmed and escorted into a bus that was prepared earlier.

In the private room, Klass was about to curse. What is going on with these people? The assassination team I arranged has not taken any action. There was no response from the armed squad either after I sent them the text message.

Looking at Yang Ming’s menacing glare, Klass knew that he could no longer stall. He wanted to signal Smith to take action against Yang Ming but was afraid that Yang Ming would be alerted. Rumors had it that Yang Ming was agile. Yesterday, he saw it with his own eyes. Klass would not dare to act recklessly unless he was absolutely sure.

Yang Ming had dared to come alone, yet he allowed Klass Smith to bring backup. From this, Klass knew that Yang Ming must have ways to protect himself. Hence, he had arranged for another group of people to deal with Yang Ming.

But now… Klass had run out of options. He could only force himself and say, “Then, you go first.”

“Oh, okay.” Yang Ming nodded expressionlessly, took the gun and fired a shot at his own temple.