60: Do you know the God of Gamblers? I'm even better than him.

In the corridor of Night Paris, the thick wool carpet absorbed most of the footsteps.

A row of European-style wall lamps hung on the walls, emitting a dim and ambiguous yellow light.

"Ugh—"

From the stall in the ladies' room came a heart-wrenching sound of vomiting.

Lin Chuan stood by the sink, holding a freshly dampened facial tissue, his face full of concern.

"Take it easy, take it easy."

Officer Su Qingyi wobbled out; her small face, which had been flushed just moments ago, was now deathly pale.

There were some water stains on her blue dress, and her hair was messily plastered to her forehead.

"I'm fine... I can... drink another bottle!"

She waved her hand, and her body went limp, about to slide onto the floor.

Lin Chuan was quick to react, catching her by the waist and letting half her weight hang on him.

That soft, powerless feeling, combined with the fragrance mixed with the scent of alcohol, made one feel both pity and a bit restless.

"Alright, Officer Su. You're as drunk as a cat, yet you're still acting tough?"

Lin Chuan gently patted her back and tenderly wiped away the wine stains from the corner of her mouth.

"Come on, I'll take you home first."

"I'm not going back. I... I always dream of you, but as soon as I wake up, I find it's just a dream."

"I'm afraid that if I fall asleep, I'll wake up to another dream..."

Indeed!

Everything today was too incredible for Officer Su Qingyi.

She had done many rebellious things she hadn't dared to do before.

Although she was a police officer, she had always been a traditional, good girl.

All of this made her feel that today might just be a dream.

Hearing this, Lin Chuan felt a stir in his heart.

In his past life, after he lost everything, he had never experienced what it felt like to be moved, or what love was.

But now, he understood a little.

Officer Su Qingyi hummed dizzily, her hands wrapping around Lin Chuan's arm like vines, clinging to him like a koala.

That unreserved dependence made Lin Chuan's heart feel incredibly warm.

Leaning on each other, they pushed open the restroom door and walked out.

However.

Just as they stepped out.

They were met head-on by a chilling aura of hostility!

Over by the third-floor stairs.

A crowd of thugs wearing black vests and carrying baseball bats, steel pipes, and even old-fashioned watermelon knives swarmed in.

The leader was none other than Meng Fei!

He was currently holding a solid stainless steel telescopic baton, and his face, which was usually annoying but somewhat decent-looking, was now distorted like a demon's.

His eyes were bloodshot, like an Asura that had just crawled out of hell.

"Search for them!!!"

"Even if you have to dig three feet into the ground, find that guy named Lin for me!!"

Meng Fei roared at the top of his lungs, spit flying everywhere.

Then, he happened to look up.

He saw Lin Chuan and Officer Su Qingyi walking out from the depths of the corridor.

Especially seeing Officer Su Qingyi practically hanging off Lin Chuan, face to face, in such an intimate posture.

Meng Fei felt the string of reason in his brain snap with a loud twang.

"Aaaaaah!!!!"

"It hurts so much! My heart hurts so much!!!"

He let out a beast-like howl, his fingernails digging deep into the rubber grip of his baton.

"Since you won't let me have a good time, none of you will have a good time either!!"

"Get them!!!"

"Break that man's legs! Ruin his 'third leg' too!!"

"Drag that woman over here! Today, I'm definitely going to have my way with her!!"

At this moment, Meng Fei had gone completely mad.

*Clatter—*

The dozen or so thugs armed with weapons moved at his command, howling as they rushed forward.

The steel pipes dragged across the floor, making an ear-grating scraping sound.

"Lin Chuan! Run!!"

Although Officer Su Qingyi was heavily intoxicated.

She still gave Lin Chuan a sudden tug, trying to shield him behind her.

Like a mother hen desperately protecting her chick, she spread her wings.

"They have weapons! You can't beat them!!"

"Quick, go find Qiang Zi, Long Wu, and the others!!"

Before she could finish, the two thugs in the lead swung their rubber batons and charged.

"Get lost!!"

Officer Su Qingyi's eyes sharpened as she forced herself to muster some energy.

*Bang! Bang!*

Her long legs, still in beige high heels, carved two sharp arcs in the air.

They kicked squarely onto the wrists of those two men.

"Agh!!"

The two batons hit the floor.

But this exhausted her last bit of strength.

Alcohol, after all, is not a stimulant; it's an anesthetic.

After the kick, Officer Su Qingyi felt the world spinning, her feet stumbled, and she nearly fell.

"She's got some moves!"

Seeing this, the thugs behind them looked even more ferocious.

"Forget the guy! Get this woman out of the way first! Young Master Meng wants her alive!"

"The rest of you, surround that kid! Beat him to death!"

In a flash.

Seven or eight people bypassed Officer Su Qingyi, their weapons glinting coldly as they surrounded Lin Chuan.

That kind of pressure would have probably made an ordinary person pee their pants.

But Lin Chuan's expression didn't change at all.

He gently pulled back Officer Su Qingyi, who was trying to charge forward again to shield him, and settled her against the padded wall.

"Ever heard of the God of Gamblers?"

Lin Chuan's voice was as gentle as if he were coaxing her to sleep.

"What God of Gamblers? What are you talking about?"

"Gao Jin, the God of Gamblers. Haven't you seen 'God of Gamblers II: Return of the Deities'?"

"I... I've seen it, but this is no time to talk about that." Officer Su Qingyi grabbed the corner of his clothes, her eyes filled with anxiety and tears.

Lin Chuan smiled and turned around.

In that instant.

The gentle look in his eyes from a moment ago vanished without a trace.

In its place.

Was a terrifying confidence!

"I'm even more badass than him."

Lin Chuan loosened his tie.

He reached into the pocket of a nearby waiter, who was already slumped on the ground with weak legs, and pulled out two unopened decks of playing cards.

"You motherf*cker, how dare you?!"

"Death is at your door, and you're still f*cking acting cool!"

"Hack him to death!!"

Seeing this, Meng Fei screamed even louder in rage.

You're trapped in a dead end, how can you still act so cool?

Your mouth keeps yapping about being more badass than the God of Gamblers.

Why are you so damn arrogant?

"Kill him!!!"

A burly man holding a machete roared and swung it down toward Lin Chuan's head.

The corner of Lin Chuan's mouth curled up.

*Swish—*

His wrist flicked suddenly.

His thumb flicked against the card box.

That thin playing card instantly transformed into a bolt of white lightning!

With a piercing sound of breaking air, it flew out spinning!

*Pfft!!*

A scalp-numbing sound of flesh being pierced rang out.

That playing card, like a dart made of refined steel, actually pierced right through the burly man's wrist!

Half the card was even embedded in the bone!

*Clang!*

The machete hit the floor.

"Aaaaaah!! My hand!!!"

The man clutched his wrist, letting out a pig-slaughtering scream as blood gushed out like a fountain.

This was only the beginning.

Lin Chuan's hands moved in unison, creating a blur like a Thousand-Hand Guanyin.

Those two decks of playing cards became Yan Wang's Summons in his hands!

*Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!!*

The air was filled with the shrieks of cards tearing through it!

Those cards, with terrifying rotational force, traced eerie arcs.

They hit exactly where he aimed!

Every shot hit its mark!

"Ah!!"

"My eyes!!"

"My leg!! Mom! What is this?!"

"Flying cards!! He can actually use flying cards!"

The corridor instantly turned into a hellscape.

The dozen or so thugs who were so aggressive just a moment ago.

In the blink of an eye.

Some clutched their hands where the cards had pierced through their palms;

Some clutched their knees where a bloody Joker was embedded;

Others were even worse off, with half an ear sliced off by two cards!

In less than a minute.

They were lying all over the floor, their wails rising and falling, and blood stained the expensive carpet red.

Lin Chuan stood in the pool of blood, still holding the final Ace of Hearts.

He looked like a god stepped out of a movie.

Elegant and deadly.

"This... this, this..."

Meng Fei stood at the very back, his telescopic baton having dropped to the floor at some point.

He looked at the wounded scattered across the floor and then at Lin Chuan, who was completely unharmed, his hair not even out of place.

He was truly scared shitless.

Is this even human?

Is this f*cking human?!

"Ghost!! There's a ghost!!!"

Meng Fei broke down.

He let out a strange cry and turned to flee.

His legs moved faster than Nezha's Wind-Fire Wheels.

"Running?"

Lin Chuan looked at Meng Fei's pathetic retreating figure, his eyes turning cold.

He raised the Ace of Hearts in his hand and aimed at Meng Fei's running right ankle.

"Can you escape?"

*Hum—*

The last card flew from his hand!

The card spun at high speed in the air, actually making a sound similar to a chainsaw cutting!

It was so fast the naked eye couldn't see it clearly!

Only a flash of red light could be seen!

*Pfft!!!*

A precise hit!

The sharp edge of the card, like cutting through tofu, mercilessly sliced through the area of Meng Fei's right Achilles tendon!

It sank in deep!

It even severed the thickest tendon in his foot!

"Aaaaaah!!!!!"

Meng Fei, who had been running at full speed.

Was like a puppet running at full tilt that suddenly had its leg snapped.

He lost his balance.

He took a nasty faceplant, slamming hard onto the marble floor.

His face skidded several meters along the floor, scraping off a layer of skin.

"My foot!!!"

"It hurts so much!! Aaaaaah!!"

He lay on the ground, looking at his right foot which was now completely immobile, letting out a desperate howl.

Lin Chuan walked over.

He stopped in front of Meng Fei.

Looking down from above.

Like looking at a bug he could crush at will.