“I believe there’s no need for me to tell you what the Gambling King’s disciple is capable of. There are only a few choice plots. There’s no meaning to us being at each other’s throat here. The reason I deliver this news is for you to think about what you should do.” With that, Big Boss Jin turned and left them.
Lu Tianxiong and Wei Hong stood in place with a disturbed look on their faces.
That day was just to have a look at the casino and to get acquainted with the venue. After that, Lu Tianxiong led Ye Lingchen outwards.
Along the way home, Lu Tianxiong and Lu Hao’s hearts were plagued with unease.
This competition was of a grander scale than they had imagined. Nonetheless, Wei Hong was right. The plots of lands being auctioned off this year were extremely important and the outcome of this gambling competition would directly affect Lu group’s future prospects.
“Jin Heng sure had things planned out for himself, wanting to have us work together against the Gambling King’s disciple!” Lu Tianxiong scoffed as he saw through Jin Heng’s plan quickly.
“Jin Heng was the winner of last year’s competition. The gambler he hired was from overseas. This time, he must have realized that we would be picking on him, hence intentionally leaking such information,” Lu Hao added.
If Jin Heng would let them in on this information, he would naturally deliver it to the others as well.
However, his scheme was an open secret. Even if they knew of his plans, they had no choice but to play along. After all, the Gambling King’s disciple is giving the others a great deal of pressure.
Ye Lingchen did not care about the Lu father and son duo’s worries. He treated this trip as some sort of vacation. Along the way, he observed the local scene of Las Vegas, chilling along.
“Grandmaster Ye, this is your room’s keycard. You can move in anytime.” Lu Hao then passed the keycard to Ye Lingchen. When he saw Ye Lingchen’s carefree attitude, he could not help but sigh in his heart.
At that point, they could only hope for Grandmaster Ye’s gambling skills to be really great.
Thinking back, they felt that it was too impulsive of them to have pinned all their hopes on Ye Lingchen.
“You guys go on. I’ll take a stroll around first,” said Ye Lingchen.
“Alright, Grandmaster Ye. We’ll see you in the morning.” Lu Tianxiong’s mind was plagued with worry. After a brief exchange with Ye Lingchen, he went back to his room with Lu Hao.
Ye Lingchen took the chance to explore. With such a rare chance to travel, he would not waste such an opportunity.
There were many stalls by the road selling all sorts of merchandise. Ye Lingchen found a few stalls that had high ratings and tried their snacks, occasionally taking a few selfies as well.
Without realizing it, he once again arrived at the casino’s arch.
The crowd had not lessened one bit. However, it turned a little rowdier. Some gamblers came out of the casino with bloodshot eyes and a fiery temper. It was obvious that they suffered great losses.
There were also a few drunkards walking out of the casino spewing vulgarities and behaving slightly out of control.
Ye Lingchen shook his head. It was, after all, a casino. No matter how well it was managed, it was impossible to raise the quality of the gamblers.
At that time, the father and son duo performing Chinese Kungfu had not left the area. Instead, they were no longer performing, but instead taking pictures with some fans.
The fans were also trying to make use of the video to get some likes after uploading it on TikTok.
There were many Chinese people there. It was a lively scene filled with casual conversations and laughter.
Crack!
Right then, a crisp noise was heard. The board placed by the side with “Chinese Kungfu” written on it was destroyed by a kick. The broken board was then thrown down in front of the middle-aged man.
“F*ck! What’s the deal?!”
“Someone’s here for a fight?”
“Damn it, which stupid c*nt did this?”
Everyone stared at the board, the words Chinese Kungfu were shattered and left in disarray. They immediately felt the blood rush to their heads, shouting out in angry retaliation.
Bang!
Before they could react, another board was placed where the original board once stood. On it, the words “Sick Man of East Asia” were written!
Raising their gaze, they saw a bald man standing there coldly, with a look of condescension and ridicule in his eyes.
The bald man stood at 175cm with broad shoulders. He was topless but wore a pair of white capri pants. The muscles bulged all over his dark-skinned body that seemed to glisten with an oily sheen in the night, giving off a feeling of strength, as though a bomb that would explode at any moment.
Although his body was not at all large, he gave off the aura of the fearsome tiger.
“Southeast Asian?”
“F*ck! You’re looking for trouble?!”
“Son of a b*tch. I’ll beat you up until your mom can’t recognize you!”
“Sick Man of East Asia.” Those words were written in an eye-catching red, stabbing deeply into the hearts of all the Chinese. Such humiliation wounded the hearts of all Chinese people in the crowd. They felt as those victims having their scar torn open and having salt rubbed onto them.
Faced with the enraged crowd, that bald man assumed a half crouching position, then raised his hand and waved provocatively at the crowd!
“You’re asking for it!” Immediately, a muscular man with a fiery temper rushed at him with his face flushed red. Holding onto a bottle, he aimed for the bald man’s head, swinging it in from a high angle with full force!
The Southeast Asian man kicked off with his right foot, easily leaping into the air, and in a flash, met the bottle with a kick!
Bang!
The bottle shattered and alcohol sprayed everywhere!
The next instant, he executed another spin and landed his other leg on the muscular man’s cheek, almost touching his skin.
With his strength, if that kick connected, that muscled man would have lost all his teeth even if he survived the attack.
Gulp!
The muscled man swallowed the lump in his throat, then retreated while trembling in fear.
The others held their breath. Their faces turned pale and voices grew soft.
“Sick man of East Asia!”
The Southeast Asian man pursed his lips contemptuously, then aimed his finger at the crowd. He then pointed towards the shatter sign of Chinese Kungfu on the floor, shaking his finger, “Chinese Kungfu. Trash!”
That commotion immediately attracted more people, causing more onlookers to crowd over.
At that moment, it was the time where people were bored, hence they gathered around for the drama.
As the crowd was mostly foreigners, most of them were laughing at the Chinese.
The title “Sick Man of East Asia” was something used to mock the Chinese for far too many years.
Although in recent years, China grew stronger and Chinese Kungfu had slowly spread throughout the world, many foreigners still saw China as the same old weak country that it was.
“I just find you a sore sight to look at. Performing Chinese Kungfu here daily, but in actual fact, you’re just cheating people’s money! You don’t deserve to be here. The so-called Chinese Kungfu can only be played within your own country. Don’t bother embarrassing yourself in public!” The Southeast Asian man glared at the middle-aged man.
“Fight! Fight! FIght!”
Those watching the show had started chanting with a look of excitement in their eyes.
“I’m a practitioner of Muay Thai. In my hands, you won’t last more than three moves! Do you dare meet the challenge, sick man of East Asia?!”
“Sick man of East Asia! Sick man of East Asia! Sick man of East Asia!”…