Chapter 167: Chapter 167 She Wants to Gamble with Us

Qu Rong touched his swollen left cheek, somewhat unable to meet Black Spade Q’s gaze directly. He lowered his head and muttered softly, “Young Master Qin… save some face for me, and stop asking.”

“Heh.” He sneered coldly, his face masked and inscrutable, but his presence commanded inherent authority, “Do you think the Ninth Young Master will let us off after messing this up?”

He looked at the commotion outside and Madam Yin Man being taken away, sighing lightly, “This identity of Black Spade Q will appear before everyone for the last time.”

Qu Rong’s lips moved slightly, knowing Qin Jiangsheng had already decided to leave the organization. Originally, he had joined the High IQ Alliance for the convenience of action, and within two years, he was promoted to a leader–unknown to others that the Black Spade Q, rumored to have near-demonic intelligence, was actually just a seventeen-year-old ordinary boy.

This alliance had a total of seven members, each working in different parts of the world. They never met and even used codenames. Perhaps, the ordinary office worker you see on the street could be one of them, disguised.

Qin Jiangsheng glanced at him again and reminded, “You should take care of the hickey on your neck.”

Qu Rong stiffened and hurriedly covered it with his hand, touching it gently was painfully unbearable; he felt utterly dejected. After straightening his clothes, he said slowly, “Before I came here, I wanted to do a good deed. I met a woman at the bar, completely drunk and surrounded by a group of scoundrels. The lady was quite pretty, so I helped her out of the situation, took her out, and kindly got her a room in the hotel…”

Qin Jiangsheng simply watched him silently, his naturally tea-colored eyes, now darkened by cosmetic lenses, caused Qu Rong to feel increasingly embarrassed to continue, “Then…”

“You did well, then you slept with her.”

Qu Rong: “…”

“No, listen to me, I carried her because she was terribly thirsty. She happened to have an unopened bottle of water, so I drank it. Unfortunately, it was drugged… and I just… It was really an accident, and she hit me. If there was enough time, I would definitely have explained myself. She probably thinks now that I’m a scumbag.”

Qin Jiangsheng: “… Is there a difference?”

Qu Rong hesitated, speechless: “… isn’t there, brother? It’s clear I’m also a victim here, how could I know she would be so foolish, and a girl daring to get drunk at a bar–I haven’t even mentioned my lost innocence, how could she have the nerve to hit me? The more I think about it, the angrier I get!”

Although he liked flirting with girls, this was truly the first time he was serious about it, and it was driving him mad.

“So, what do you plan to do about it?”

“Ah, this… I don’t even know her name or contact details. Forget it, let’s talk about this later. Aren’t you going to see Madam Yin Man? Is this big shot for real or not?”

Qin Jiangsheng thought for a moment and then nodded, “She is probably here for the Inheritance Order too. Let’s probe further.”

The steamship was divided into three levels–the lowest level was the auction hall, the second was for leisure and entertainment, and the top floor was reserved for VIP guests.

The casino was on the second level. When Wen Xin brought Ji Tian in, he faintly curved his lips, calling out with ill intentions, “Madam Yin Man is here, make way! She wants to gamble with us, starting from one million.”

“What? One million? Does she have that much money?”

“Return after disappearing for twenty years because she ran out of money?”

“I want to see her style.”

Due to Ji Tian’s arrival, everyone was curiously sizing her up, hardly believing that such a small frame could compete and win against the world’s top fighters.

Since she was wearing a mask, no one could see her face. Wen Xin led her to a gambling table, and Mr. Zhao, who Wen Xin had just kicked, was watching her with resentful and fearful eyes.

His gaze retreated under her casual glance.

Tch, coward.

Ji Tian did not spare him a glance. Ever since she grew stronger, she had never lost a fight. Not fighting meant death, but fighting gave her a chance to live, honing her fighting skills in those tough conditions.

Three people were already sitting at the gambling table. Seeing Ji Tian arrive, they moved to make space for her with interest. The lead man, smoking a cigarette, sized her up through his mask and said playfully, “Madam Yin Man?”

At that moment, Wen Xin introduced her, “Madam Yin Man, this is Mr. Hang Qin from one of the four great families of Central Continent, and beside him is his companion, Tang Sui.”

Ji Tian raised her eyebrows slightly. The four great families of Central Continent–Hang, Qin, Gu, Tang–it did not surprise her that they had come; she was just curious as it was her first time seeing people from Central Continent.

And…

Wasn’t the Tang family her mother’s maternal family?

Ji Tian turned her gaze to Tang Sui who, though his features were obscured, clearly looked underage. His eyes were curious about his surroundings, and when he saw Ji Tian’s gaze, he nervously stood behind Hang Qin.

She looked at the cards on the table: “Can we start? The auction will begin soon, and there’ll be no time left to make money.”

Hang Qin squinted slightly, his tone mocking, “Do you even have that much money? How about this–if you lose, you take off your mask, and if I lose, you can make any request within one million.”

Who here would be lacking one million?

Ji Tian inwardly clicked her tongue, initially nervous since the reputation of Yin Man was significant, but she hadn’t expected it to have fallen to the point where just anyone could step on it–probably even Madam Yin Man herself would receive the same treatment if she were present.

It was the era of a new generation; such legendary figures like Yin Man should make a dignified exit.

Ji Tian replied nonchalantly, “One million isn’t very exciting to me. How about this–if I lose, I’ll take off the mask, but if I win, you give me ten million. Think it over, I can play or not play.”

Ten million? Quite a sizable demand considering her state.

Seeing him hesitate, Ji Tian deliberately provoked him, “Coming from a distinguished family of Central Continent and can’t afford ten million? Or are you not the heir, just a leisurely young master left to his devices?”

Hang Qin’s forehead vein throbbed; indeed, he was not the heir but the second son, unrelated to the line of succession and relegated to the fringe of the family, unable to interfere with the core businesses. Seeing “Madam Yin Man” looking at him with a sly grin, he scoffed and shifted his gaze, altering his approach, “I have ten million, but with so much money, let’s make it more thrilling.”

He waved his hand, “Black Spade Q, interested in winning this ten million?”

The crowd realized with astonishment; Black Spade Q had arrived unnoticed. He was tall, his exposed skin pale and contrasting against the black thin overcoat he wore as he strode in, causing everyone around to make way.

Madam Yin Man might be fake, but this person before them was real, an unapproachable figure.

Ji Tian turned her head and immediately met his indifferent, dark eyes.