After a few minutes of escorting Aunt Mei...Ensuring Aunt Mei safely entered the protection of Bimo, who stood guard at the God Alchemist Shop, Fang Zhe immediately turned the steering wheel. The car engine roared softly yet powerfully, cutting through the city streets toward the elite residential area where Doctor Irma’s residence was located.However, Fang Zhe’s mind remained focused on Juliant Gerva’s report; all the tactical plans in his head seemed to evaporate the moment he stopped his car in front of a beautiful, minimalist modern building. It didn't take long for the owner of the house to open the main door."You're on time, Fang Zhe..." a soft voice greeted him.Fang Zhe, who was about to step out of the car, suddenly froze. For the first time, his focus completely shattered without the interference of any system mission. In the doorway stood Irma, wearing a silk evening gown that perfectly hugged the curves of her body. Her hair, which was usually tied neatly at the hospita

Irma swallowed hard, watching how casually Fang Zhe handed over his black card at the exchange counter. Within minutes, the clerk—who had initially been cold and dismissive—turned incredibly stiff. Cold sweat beaded on his temples as he stared at the validated figures."H-here are your chips, Sir... A total of one hundred million dollars in platinum denominations," the clerk stammered, his voice trembling.Several attendants in formal uniforms immediately approached, carrying silver trays stacked with shimmering chips. Their weight was substantial, emitting a metallic luster that signaled the fantastic value behind them."Follow me..." Fang Zhe gestured for them to bring the trays as he led the way.The two of them walked through the crowd of lavishly dressed people who were screaming hysterically in front of the gambling tables. The aroma of expensive cigars and alcohol hung thick in the air, but to Fang Zhe, the atmosphere here smelled like despair wrapped in luxury.Fang Zhe stoppe

The atmosphere, previously filled with cheers, suddenly turned ice-cold as two female figures walked down the marble staircase at the end of the hall. The sound of their footsteps striking the floor created a rhythm saturated with intimidation.Luna and Ariel. These two names alone were enough to make the hearts of high-stakes gamblers in this Pavilion wither. As the trusted confidantes of the Great Master, their appearance signaled that the situation was no longer under the control of an ordinary dealer.Luna, in a red dress that hugged her curves, stared at the mountain of chips worth $30,000,000,000 with an unreadable expression.Deep trauma clearly lingered behind her eyes. She was haunted by the memory of the destruction of the Shange City branch... a nightmare where a mysterious young man leveled her casino, forcing her to crawl back to the headquarters to salvage her reputation."Exchange your chips? You've only just played the numbers game; how can you be satisfied already?" L

The atmosphere inside the VIP room was utterly suffocating. Luna and Ariel were no longer the poised, dignified beauties they once were; they looked like cornered beasts. Their hair was disheveled, and cold sweat smudged their once-perfect makeup. "NO! THIS IS NOT VALID!" Luna screamed hysterically, her voice cracking into a high-pitched shriek. She slammed her fist against the green table, sending several platinum chips scattering. "You must have done something! You used magic, or you hacked our system! No human can get Four of a Kind twice in a row right under my nose!" Ariel was just as emotional. Her eyes were bloodshot, glaring at Fang Zhe with deep-seated hatred. "Round three! We must play the third round right now! I don't care about the remaining chips—I'll bet my life if I have to! Dealer, deal the cards again! NOW!" Both had completely lost their sanity. Their egos as the gambling queens of Nan She Province had been shattered into pieces by a masked man who didn't even

Ignoring the warning shouts from the helicopter, Fang Zhe smirked. As the transfer of [God-Tier Driving Skills] fused with his motor nerves, the sedan felt as if it had become an extension of his very soul.Wuuuush!"Hang on tight, Irma!""Fang Zhe! What are you— KYAAAAA!"Irma screamed hysterically as Fang Zhe yanked the steering wheel in the opposite direction, executing a perfect Scandinavian Flick on the slick asphalt.Instantly, the tires shrieked, creating a thick cloud of burning rubber before the car surged forward with acceleration that defied the laws of physics.At that exact moment...RATATATATATA!The machine guns from the military jeeps behind them began spitting lead. Flashes of fire illuminated the dark night. Irma huddled under the dashboard, covering her ears with trembling hands. The sound of metal clashing with bullets against the car's body rang out like a persistent death knell."We’re going to die! Fang Zhe, they’re using heavy caliber! Our tires will be shredde