My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

The execution ground was located in the very center of the arena.

The arena, which Lin Mo had destroyed once with his Soul Corrosion technique, was now perfectly intact under the protection of the Law of Pleasure. The stands were packed with spectators, even more than during the previous arena battle.

Their faces still bore that characteristic smile of indulgence, a smile of being lost in the thrill.

It was as if the massacre of 50,000 people three days ago had never happened.

Lin Mo was led to the high platform in the center of the execution ground, his hands were tied behind his back, and he was still wearing that coarse hemp prison uniform.

Zhanxin was placed next to him, his hands also tied behind his back, but this two-meter-tall strong man had been muttering to himself ever since he was taken out of the cage.

"It's over, it's over, it's over, I'm really going to die this time. I haven't even had that steak yet. I won't even get a decent meal before I die. What kind of lousy place is this?"

He only shut his mouth when he was forced to kneel on the high platform and looked up at the sea of ​​black spectators in the stands.

Twenty-four pink beams of light slowly descended from the casino and hovered above the execution ground.

Twenty-four pairs of pale golden eyes simultaneously looked down at the two prisoners on the high platform.

The figure of light at the very front spoke, its voice echoing with the sticky, cloying resonance characteristic of the Law of Pleasure.

"Lin Mo, Zhan Xin, you two destroyed my land of indulgence and killed 50,000 of my people. Your crimes are unforgivable. Today, in the name of the God of Pleasure, I will behead you and display your heads to the world."

The audience in the stands erupted in deafening cheers.

Some people were shouting "Cut off his head!", some were whistling, and some were throwing paper airplanes folded from gambling tickets toward the execution ground.

These sounds were exactly the same as those from the gladiatorial combat three days ago.

They don't care who dies, they only care if their death is spectacular enough.

A shirtless executioner carried a giant axe up to the platform, the blade gleaming coldly under the arena lights.

He stopped behind Lin Mo, spat into his palm, and rubbed it.

Then they looked at the twenty-four beams of light in mid-air, waiting for the final execution order.

Lin Mo knelt on the high platform, his expression remaining unchanged and indifferent.

He sighed inwardly, thinking, "It really is too late."

Thinking this, he sent a telepathic message to Mianmian.

"Get ready to get started."

The invisible Mianmian gave an affirmative answer.

This was Lin Mo's last resort. It would be easy for Mianmian to kill the executioner, but those twenty-four Huanyu were not someone she could handle.

Just as Lin Mo was pondering what to do next.

A sudden commotion arose from the direction of the casino.

A casino reporter in a casino uniform stumbled out of the casino's main entrance.

His bow tie was askew below his ear, and his face was filled with incredulous horror.

He ran all the way to the bottom of the execution ground, and gasped for breath, his hands supporting his knees.

Then he raised his head and shouted something at the top of his lungs at the twenty-four beams of light in mid-air, silencing the entire execution ground.

"Lord Huanyu! The casino... the casino has been emptied out! The minting machines have stopped producing chips!"

The cheers from the entire arena ceased abruptly at the same moment.

The audience looked at each other in bewilderment. Some people dropped their betting tickets to the ground, while others stood up from their seats and craned their necks to look in the direction of the casino.

Casinos are the lifeblood of this debauchery; the entire island's currency comes from the chips produced there.

What does it mean when the minting machine stops producing coins?

What does it mean when someone says they won all the money in the casino?

The pale golden pupils of the figure at the forefront contracted sharply: "Impossible, how could a casino empowered by the Law of Pleasure..."

The staff member, panting heavily, said, "It's...it's true! It's a red-haired woman! She won 48 games in a row! We were planning to use a doubling-down method to generate chips to continue betting with her, but the chip-making machine suddenly stopped working."

The twenty-four Huan Yu exchanged unpleasant glances; only they knew what was inside that coin-making machine.

One of them, Huan Yu, stood up and said, "I'll go back and see what's going on."

As soon as he finished speaking, a woman's voice rang out.

"You don't need to go through the trouble of making that trip."

Then the arena doors were kicked open.

The two golden doors, carved with patterns of the laws of pleasure, crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

A figure emerged from the doorway, tall and slender, dressed in a sharp leather jacket, her red hair blazing like a burning flame under the neon lights of the casino.

She was carrying a heavy money bag, which she shook upside down, and the last few gold coins clattered and rolled onto the porch steps.

Behind her followed the lion-shaped monster, its entire body jet black, the eerie green flames on its mane burning even brighter than usual.

The black lion carried a small mountain of pure gold bets on its back. Gold coins, gems, casino deeds, and debt instruments were haphazardly tied together with a rope, rattling with each step of the black lion.

She walked to the very bottom of the execution ground, looked up at the twenty-four beams of light in mid-air, crossed her arms, raised her chin slightly, and wore a standard little witch smile.

Then she turned her head to look at Lin Mo, whose hands were tied behind his back on the platform, blinked, and said casually, as if she were saying that the weather was nice today: "Hey, Lin Mo, you still need me to help you in this crucial moment, right?"

Lin Mo's lips curled into a very faint smile.

He moved his wrists, which were tied behind his back, and his joints made a crisp cracking sound.

"Hmm, not bad, it's half a day later than I expected."

He paused, then looked up at the twenty-four pink light and shadow figures in mid-air whose laws were beginning to become unstable.

Yin Xue shrugged.

He casually tossed the money pouch to the black lion behind him, then strode toward the execution platform, his leather boots making a crisp clattering sound on the steps.

The guards along the way tried to stop her, but as soon as they got close to Yin Xue, their blood would rush to their heads, causing them to faint or even die.

"Late my ass. Do you know how many gambling tables there are in a casino? I haven't slept for three days, playing everything from blackjack to roulette to all-in poker to the unique gambling games in your world. Eventually, the dealers would cry whenever they saw me."

She pointed to her temple with her finger, her tone full of disappointment and frustration.

"Do you know how hard I've worked for you?"

The fluctuations of the laws of the twenty-four light figures in mid-air became increasingly intense.

The sound of pleasure exploded from the light and shadow at the front, losing its previous sticky composure and carrying a barely perceptible tremor.

"You...! You definitely cheated!"

Yin Xue stood beside Lin Mo, her hands on her hips, her voice crisp and arrogant.

"Screw cheating! I rely on real gambling skills!"

As she spoke, she seemed to remember something.

"Oh, by the way, there seems to be a little girl inside that coin-making machine? She's awake and crying, looking for her brother."

Lin Mo smiled and asked, "So, do you hate them?"

Tian Tian nodded vigorously without hesitation.