The Warden, having heard Fang Zhe’s cold threat, dared not delay for even a single second. With violently trembling hands, he frantically ransacked his desk drawer, pulling out a special imperial golden parchment scroll and a bottle of spiritual blood ink."R-Right away, Young Master! This servant will handle it immediately! Please wait a moment!" the Warden uttered in a panic, instantly scratching the quill across the parchment and channeling his Qi to activate the prison's legal seal.Fang Zhe merely stood with his arms crossed, his expression completely indifferent. Beside him, Faiye was still trying to process the reality that he now held supreme authority over thousands of ruthless prisoners, while Lei Ba bowed respectfully, fully aware that the hierarchy between them had completely shifted.However, in the midst of the quiet administrative process...CRASH!The door to the Warden’s office was once again flung open brutally. A prison guard with somewhat disheveled armor rushed in

Fang Zhe stopped in his tracks in the middle of the shop's lobby. His calm gaze swept across his employees, who were now staring at him as if looking at a god descending from the heavens. A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips. "Siska, Tao, Bimo. I am back," Fang Zhe said. His deep, stable baritone voice instantly brought a magical sense of serenity that quelled the panic inside the shop. "Do not let my presence disrupt the shop's business. Keep working and serve the customers well, just as usual." "Y-Yes, Young Master!" Siska and Tao replied in unison, hurriedly wiping away their tears as their spirits suddenly surged manifold, and they returned to their respective posts. After quelling the commotion downstairs, Fang Zhe walked up the stairs toward the upper floor, followed by Aunt Mei, Uncle Lu, Doctor Irma, and Erina. He pushed open the door to his private room—a room he had sorely missed after spending a week languishing inside the cold, blood-scented stone ce

The wretched wooden bed creaked loudly as it violently groaned under the sudden weight of four people at once. Driven by Erina’s overly enthusiastic movement and Dr. Irma losing her balance, the three of them tumbled forward, crashing right into Fang Zhe, who was already cornered against the headboard.In a matter of milliseconds, the private room that had just been filled with an aura of romantic intimidation instantly devolved into a scene of chaotic awkwardly.'T-this is...' he thought to himself.Fang Zhe lay flat on the mattress, holding his breath. Above him, the three women were tangled on top of one another in a thoroughly intimate, disheveled pile. Erina's face landed smack against Fang Zhe’s broad chest, while Dr. Irma half-pinned the youth’s legs down, her messy long hair draping over part of his face. Aunt Mei found herself at the very top, trying to steady herself by bracing her hands against Fang Zhe's shoulders, leaving only a few centimeters of space between their face

Once inside the room...The number-guessing game table before him was surrounded by a dozen or so chubby, middle-aged men in luxurious suits and socialite women flaunting their glittering jewelry.In the center of the table, an ancient bronze bowl engraved with a rooster sat tightly overturned upon the black marble surface, concealing three number-spinning dice that had just been shaken by the dealer."Betting closes in ten seconds! Please place your chips on your chosen number!" the dealer called out loudly, his eyes sweeping across the crowd of gamblers who were beginning to pile stacks of chips worth thousands of dollars onto the number combinations they deemed lucky.'Hehehe?! The God's Eyes?!' Fang Zhe chuckled inwardly as his God's Eyes immediately flared to life, peering through the bowl to inspect the numbers on the three dice inside.'Twelve, huh?' Fang Zhe thought.And then...Tap! Tap! Tap!Amidst the hustle and bustle of the high-stakes betting, a set of calm footsteps app

"T-This... is impossible!"The dealer’s words choked in his throat, suffocated by a sudden, suffocating cold air. His hand holding the bronze bowl froze mid-air, trembling so violently that the bowl clinked softly.The veteran gambler's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as he watched the third die slowly come to a halt, revealing red dots that formed a perfect alignment.6, 6, 6.Triple Sixes. A total of eighteen!"T-Triple sixes?! Total of eighteen?!" shrieked the plump man who had been laughing the loudest earlier. The expensive cigar between his fingers slipped out, burning the velvet carpet without him even noticing. His face, previously flushed with laughter, was now deathly pale, as if he had just seen a ghost in broad daylight.The entire Pavilion of Heavenly Fortune instantly fell silent—a silence so dense before it finally exploded into utter pandemonium!"Insane! The payout ratio for a specific triple eighteen is one to a hundred and eighty!" a senior gambler's hysteri