Chapter 60: Who Exactly Is the Villain

"Still, it's best to be careful," Xue'er said, feeling a little reassured by his words. "Do you want to go to the casino to oversee things?"

"No need," Mei Chaofeng said, draining a glass of wine. "Plum Blossom Seven's cultivation isn't high, but he holds a high position under me because he's the best gambler. No one has ever beaten him in over ten years. In recent years, he hasn't even needed to act himself; he's trained a group of disciples who can handle any situation. With him in charge at Silver Hook Casino, young lady, just wait for good news."

At that moment, Plum Blossom Seven, the "Saint of Gambling" whom Mei Chaofeng had just spoken of, was bowing and scraping around Zu An. "What would the young master like to play?" he asked.

Plum Blossom Seven felt a little self-contempt for his servile demeanor, but he consoled himself with the thought that soon enough, this man would be on his knees begging for mercy after losing everything. A little humiliation now seemed a small price to pay.

"What game tests luck the most?" Zu An asked, looking around. The reason he dared to come to this casino today to "take" money wasn't because he was truly a gambling god, but because he possessed a Lucky Pill drawn from his keyboard.

Although items from the keyboard could sometimes be a real trap, when used correctly, their effects were extraordinarily powerful—something he had experienced firsthand. He had initially intended to use the Lucky Pill he drew this time for a lottery, but it proved ineffective for keyboard lotteries, which had vexed him for a long time as he couldn't figure out its purpose.

It wasn't until Plum Blossom Thirteen's appearance that he realized a wonderful use for the Lucky Pill. In gambling, skill is important, but luck is paramount. In the face of absolute luck, skill is essentially powerless.

Of course, all of this assumed that no one was cheating. Otherwise, no matter how good his luck was, he would simply be butchered like a fat pig.

This was also why he brought Chu Chuyan along—not only for his personal safety but also to prevent the casino from cheating.

Although Chu Chuyan wasn't skilled in gambling, her fifth-grade cultivation meant that any tricks these people tried to pull would not escape her notice.

"The game that tests luck the most is undoubtedly Sic Bo," Plum Blossom Seven replied with a smile, though he was sneering inwardly. This game might seem to rely on luck, but casino staff could roll whatever numbers they wanted. Soon enough, this guy would be nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter.

"What's Sic Bo?" Zu An asked, puzzled.

"It's a game of comparing numbers," Plum Blossom Seven replied, speechless.

"If it's just comparing numbers, then say 'comparing numbers.' Why make it sound so fancy?" Zu An said, giving him a disdainful look.

Plum Blossom Seven wasn't offended. He thought this kid didn't even know that. No wonder he had lost a thousand taels last time. If he didn't make him lose ten thousand taels today—no, several tens of thousands—Plum Blossom Seven would retire from gambling forever!

"Hahahaha, Zu! There was a path to heaven, but you didn't take it. Now you've broken into the gates of hell!" At that moment, an arrogant laugh came from nearby.

Zu An turned his head to see Plum Blossom Thirteen being pushed over in a wheelchair, his eyes bloodshot and filled with madness.

Plum Blossom Seven secretly cursed, annoyed that Plum Blossom Thirteen couldn't be more patient. He should have waited until Zu An was committed to playing. What if jumping out now scared him away?

Zu An was immediately amused by Plum Blossom Thirteen's appearance. "If your leg's broken, you should be recuperating. If you keep wandering around, you might break your arms too."

Plum Blossom Thirteen was practically biting his tongue until it bled. "You little bastard! Now that you don't have the academy teachers protecting you, let's see what you'll do. Guards! Break this guy's arms and legs!"

Rage from Plum Blossom Thirteen: +798!

"Yes, sir!" Holding a high position in the Plum Blossom Gang, Plum Blossom Thirteen had many desperate followers. Hearing his command, they immediately charged forward. Zu An quickly hid behind Chu Chuyan. "Wife, wife, you've seen it with your own eyes now! This guy dares to be so arrogant right in front of you. I wasn't lying to you before, was I?"

Chu Chuyan was annoyed that he kept calling her "wife," but she couldn't correct him in front of so many people. Instead, she directed her anger at Plum Blossom Thirteen. "What did you just say?"

A cold aura spread outwards. The previously bustling and somewhat stuffy casino suddenly cooled down, and many gamblers shivered involuntarily.

Plum Blossom Thirteen was also stunned. He had rushed over upon hearing the news, never expecting Chu Chuyan to be there. Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to act so recklessly, even if he were bolder. A fifth-grade master was an imposing figure; the entire Plum Blossom Gang, excluding their leader, combined wouldn't be enough to fight her alone.

Plum Blossom Seven quickly stepped forward to mediate. "Miss Chu, Miss Chu, this is all a misunderstanding. Thirteenth Brother's leg was injured today, and in his pain, he spoke carelessly. He mistook you for someone else, completely mistook you."

"Mistook me for someone else?" Chu Chuyan sneered, then looked at Zu An. "How do you want to punish him?"

Zu An was taken aback. This "cheap wife" was usually so cold to him, yet she was giving him so much face in public?

Delighted, he pointed at Plum Blossom Thirteen. "Since this guy was just clamoring to break my limbs, then let's break his limbs."

"Fine!" As soon as Chu Chuyan spoke, a white blur flashed. Before anyone could react, Plum Blossom Thirteen screamed. He couldn't even stay in his wheelchair and was howling in pain on the ground. It was clear his arms were broken, and his legs had been broken again, with blood seeping through the bandages.

Watching Chu Chuyan return to her original spot with an indifferent expression, everyone in the casino gasped. This woman looked delicate, yet she was so ruthless?

A few men who had been whistling and catcalling earlier swallowed hard, instinctively taking a few steps back and disappearing into the crowd.

Zu An gave Chu Chuyan a thumbs-up. "Indeed, worthy of being my wife—beautiful and speaks little."

Chu Chuyan gave him a faint glance. "Don't get the wrong idea. I didn't do it for you, but for the prestige of the Chu family." She had originally been skeptical of his words, but seeing Plum Blossom Thirteen's arrogance just now, she realized that Zu An's claims were probably close to the truth.

The Plum Blossom Gang truly intended to deal with him! Although the Chu family, wary of the imperial court, found it inconvenient to intervene in local affairs, they wouldn't stand by when someone insulted them to their face. This guy actually dared to make such outrageous remarks about a member of the Chu family right in front of her. She wouldn't let him treat the Chu family as easy to bully.

"It's all the same, all the same. It's our family's prestige either way," Zu An said with a grin.

Chu Chuyan rolled her eyes. This guy's audacity was truly thicker than a city wall.

Zu An, however, wouldn't let go of this excellent opportunity to harvest rage points. He walked over to Plum Blossom Thirteen and looked down at him. "What did I say just now? If your leg is broken, you should recuperate properly. If you wander around, you might break your arms too. See? I was trying to be kind, but you took it the wrong way. Now your arms are broken, aren't they?"

Plum Blossom Thirteen was both in pain and furious. "Zu! You always hide behind others! If you have the guts, fight me on your own!"

Rage from Plum Blossom Thirteen: +999!

Zu An chuckled. "Do you think I'm like you, a powerless peasant? Why wouldn't I use my backing when I have it? My precious body is far beyond what your lowly life can compare to. What era are we in? Still talking about one-on-one duels?"

The people around them stared. Just a few days ago, this guy was dirt poor with nothing to lose. How many days had it been, and now he was claiming to be a noble?

Rage from Bystander A: +66!Rage from Bystander B: +66!Rage from Bystander C: +66!

Not to mention the bystanders, even Chu Chuyan felt an urge to cover her face.

Plum Blossom Thirteen finally couldn't hold back and burst into curses. "Precious body, my ass! You're nothing but a kept man!"

Rage from Plum Blossom Thirteen: +1000!

"So what if I'm a kept man? If you've got the guts, go find yourselves a wife who's beautiful, skilled in combat, and comes from a good family!" Zu An said, placing a hand on Chu Chuyan's shoulder.

Rage from Plum Blossom Thirteen: +666!

Plum Blossom Thirteen wasn't sure whether he was more enraged by this man's shamelessness or by his own inability to find such a wife.

In fact, it wasn't just him; the surrounding onlookers, seeing Zu An's smugness, successfully contributed another large wave of rage points.

Zu An noted how wise it was not to go to the VIP room, realizing that without an audience, he wouldn't be able to collect so many rage points.

Chu Chuyan subtly shifted, shaking off his hand, and whispered with a dark expression, "Shut up. You're practically ruining my reputation." This guy had absolutely no noble etiquette, which was truly beyond her comprehension.

Zu An then went over to Plum Blossom Thirteen. "You made my wife angry, so I'll duel you myself!"

Plum Blossom Thirteen's eyes widened in confusion.

Rage from Plum Blossom Thirteen: +666!

Before he could react, a shoe sole appeared before his face, and his nose instantly gushed with blood from the kick.

Zu An sighed. "You were crying and begging for a duel, yet you're so weak when it actually happens. You're not even a match for me. Why bother?"

Plum Blossom Thirteen had fantasized countless times about beating Zu An to a pulp if he weren't protected. Now, the chance had finally arrived, yet he was left with a profusely bleeding nose.

This immense disparity, the shame of being beaten senseless by a good-for-nothing, made him directly faint from anger.

Rage from Plum Blossom Thirteen: +1024!

Zu An paused, instinctively wanting to respond with "May good people live a peaceful life" upon seeing that number. This was the first time he'd encountered rage points exceeding 1000. Could this be the actual upper limit for everyone's rage, only achievable under very specific, difficult conditions?

He had planned to kick him a few more times, but Plum Blossom Seven and the others had already reacted, quickly stepping in front of him. "He has already fainted. Your persistence is truly excessive, wouldn't you say?"

Plum Blossom Seven felt awkward saying this, as it had always been the Plum Blossom Gang who bullied others, never the other way around. Such words were usually the helpless boasts of the weak in their presence. He never thought he would have to play such a role today.

This anomaly before him was truly...

He suddenly felt a sense of absurdity. Who was the villain here?

Rage from Plum Blossom Seven: +666!