My Super Beautiful Lady Boss
Chapter 760: 745: The Tragedy of the Flying Knife Sect

Chapter 760: Chapter 745: The Tragedy of the Flying Knife Sect

At that moment, the first thought that came to his mind was the expert who had sealed his acupoints with alcohol. He was utterly shocked, and almost before he could react, he felt darkness engulf his eyes and then he fainted.

At this moment, he really wanted to ask if it was you, was it you, who exactly are you?

But unfortunately, he would never be able to speak again, because his vocal cords had been completely destroyed by Su Xuan, and his Dantian was also ruined. In fact, for Bai Zhantang, who was still alive, dying might have been a more merciful end compared to his current suffering. Not being able to speak or see was bad enough, but what troubled Bai Zhantang the most at this moment was that the Sword Qi had not ceased; it had moved into his legs, and now his veins were all shattered, meaning he’d need extensive care for the rest of his life.

For a master of his caliber, how could he endure such a fate? If he truly had a choice, he would rather use death to put an end to it all.

“Enjoy the rest of your life, the darkness, and being mute. I’m quite curious, I wonder how your son will feel knowing you’ve turned into a useless old man. Hahaha!”

Su Xuan said, laughing heartily as he left, while Bai Zhantang really felt like spewing blood in anger, but he couldn’t even manage that simple act. At this moment, he was completely controlled, a truly tragic situation indeed.

When Su Xuan returned to his seat, Yun Zhonghu smiled faintly and said,

“Su Xuan, you really are a dark horse, I didn’t expect you to be such an exceptional master.”

Yun Zhonghu said enviously. The move Su Xuan had just used was extremely cool. As a casino owner, he certainly knew of Bai Zhantang, almost a grandmaster-level figure, who had just been taken down by Su Xuan. This was truly terrifying.

“Hehe, not at all. You’re making me blush!”

Su Xuan said with a smile. After Su Xuan finished speaking, Yun Zhonghu smiled faintly and said,

“You needn’t be so modest with me. Although I’m not a martial artist, I still understand who Bai Zhantang really is. He was said to be a master among masters, with his Flying Knife Skill reaching divine levels, but it seems he couldn’t withstand much against you.”

Yun Zhonghu’s eyes were sharp, quickly determining that Su Xuan was indeed a master among masters, a real powerhouse to effortlessly take down Bai Zhantang like that.

As the cruise went on, Su Xuan walked around a few times but still hadn’t found Feng Shanshan, which was quite frustrating; the cruise ship was just too large, and he had no idea where she could be.

Feeling bored, Su Xuan went up to the deck and saw a lively crowd gathered, beginning to gamble by playing a game of high and low.

This game of high and low was essentially gambling, frequented by well-off people who didn’t care much about the money; the main point was to have fun. Everyone at the table started rolling dice to compare numbers.

Actually, this dice-rolling was a very simple game, just comparing the points rolled, straightforward and clear, which made it very popular. Su Xuan pursed his lips; he wasn’t very interested in gambling, as he felt it wasn’t a good habit, always looking to transfer money from someone else’s pockets into his own. To put it bluntly, it was a bit selfish.

Just as Su Xuan was about to look elsewhere, he was suddenly stopped by someone.

“Isn’t this Brother Su? What a coincidence. Want to join us for a few rounds?”

The speaker was none other than Wang Zicong’s flunky, and in fact, this gambling table had been specially prepared for Su Xuan. After being ridiculed by Su Xuan, Wang Zicong was furious. He felt he would vomit blood if this matter were left unsettled. Previously, when he had a master from the Flying Knife Sect take action, it was utterly useless, which infuriated Wang Zicong even more, especially since he had been stabbed in the buttocks with an embroidery needle and was still in pain.

Being the person he was, Wang Zicong was not one to give up, so he had his flunkies come up with a plan. A rich young master had devised a gamble to deal with Su Xuan.

According to their research, Su Xuan’s company wasn’t very big, so their plan was to bankrupt him through gambling. After all, many wealthy individuals have fallen due to gambling, losing their rationality in front of bets, becoming utterly uncontrollable.

Of course, since Wang Zicong dared to set up this situation, he was well-prepared. The preparation was nothing else but the dice being rigged; it was the age of high technology, and cheating had become quite sophisticated. The dice had been fitted with controllers, able to manipulate the numbers with a remote control. Just another example that the city is filled with deep schemes, making many wish they could go back to the simplicity of the countryside when it was too late.

Wang Zicong’s idea was to let Su Xuan have a taste of winning, then drag him down. Once he had him where he wanted, he would always keep him underfoot, teaching him the consequences of offending himself.

Su Xuan gave a faint smile, glanced at Wang Zicong, and thought to himself, kid, though I’ve never played this, if you want to play with me, I can finish you off in minutes. Well, being bored, let’s indulge you for a few rounds.

“Sure, bring it on,”

Su Xuan said with a light smile, unceremoniously taking a seat at the gambling table, then asked,

“How shall we play?”

“Hahaha, lad, let’s keep it simple. We’ll bet on high or low, how does that sound?”

Wang Zicong said with a smile, to which Su Xuan replied after listening,

“I have no objections!”

Su Xuan appeared utterly unbothered, which made Wang Zicong internally excited, thinking to himself that if he couldn’t thoroughly defeat Su Xuan, he might as well take Su Xuan’s last name, annoyed that this kid had once conned him into calling him ‘daddy.’ He was bent on making Su Xuan’s life a living hell or else he wouldn’t consider himself Wang Zicong.