Six-Eyed Sukuna, starting from Hunter x Hunter

Chapter 66 Dorink's Killing Intent

One hundred million jini, converted into chips of varying sizes, were placed on the table in several piles.

Seeing a young man sitting openly at the gambling table, many people cast strange glances at him.

This kid...

How extravagant must a child be to be able to appear here at such a young age?

My parents must have done something terrible to have given birth to such a spendthrift.

They whispered amongst themselves, completely forgetting that they were also part of the casino.

No matter how much they mock, ridicule, or disdain them, they can't help but feel envious when they see their opponent winning game after game.

"The newcomer's luck..." some people still scoffed.

Back in the day, who hadn't had a winning streak?

However, without the newbie protection period, winning or losing depends entirely on luck.

These elderly people who have been immersed in casinos for many years now have a record of losing more than winning.

But even after an hour had passed, those secretly watching still hadn't seen the boy lose a single match.

The smiles of the croupiers at the table also became somewhat stiff.

What was originally just a small pile of chips has now grown into a tall stack in front of me.

"I've bet them all." The white-haired boy yawned and pushed a pile of chips in front of him into one area, causing the chips to fall and scatter in various places.

Seeing the boy's unusually good luck today, the gamblers at the same table also placed their bets there.

The dealer was momentarily at a loss for what to do.

"Hurry up and show us the results." Su Wu leaned back in her chair, sitting casually, and urged lazily.

Maro handed him a glass of juice provided by the casino.

The gamblers' fanatical gazes, the dealer's pale face, and the young man's leisurely demeanor.

The air inexplicably became suffocating.

"Don't take up everyone's time." Su Wu bit her straw and beckoned to Maro with one hand, indicating that the other should give her a massage.

The dealer took a deep breath, and an invisible energy emanated from his body. With just a light touch, the outcome would change.

And those who should have won will also lose.

At this gambling table, it is clearly the dealers who hold the power over the gamblers' wins, losses, and even their lives.

But why...

The white-haired boy placed one hand on the gambling table, raised one eyebrow, and his expression revealed a hint of danger. "Don't try anything funny."

How much did he win? Less than three billion, right? Why is he getting so anxious?

The energy that was about to change the outcome was dispersed by another energy, and the dealer's face turned pale.

It was like this before...

It fails every time...

The boy opposite me is definitely a Nen user who is stronger than me.

The moment the results were revealed, the gamblers were overjoyed, but the dealer's eyes dimmed considerably.

"Never mind... Chad isn't here either, let's go to another place." Su Wu stretched out her arms to gather all the chips in front of her, then got up to leave.

If they keep winning, the owner of this place will probably be frantic.

Did Chad really go to those small casinos in unknown places?

Maro carried a tray full of chips and went to the exchange counter to exchange them all for Jenny.

Suddenly, several security guards dressed in black suits, with guns at their waists and walkie-talkies in their hands walked over.

"Guest, some guests upstairs would like to invite you to join them in the VIP room." Their tone was polite, but their posture was unmistakably forceful.

"VIP room?" Su Wu glanced at the security guards, her tone rising. "I think they have ill intentions."

For example, call him upstairs to a soundproofed room and then take out a firearm and fire at him.

He's dead, so naturally he can't take the money he won with him.

Since you can't take it with you, it still belongs to the casino.

It seems that gangsters are all the same, no matter which world they're in...

"You're joking," the security guard said without changing his expression, but pointed upstairs with one hand.

Seemingly easily persuaded by such clumsy rhetoric, the white-haired boy turned his toes around, changed direction, and headed upstairs towards the so-called VIP room.

"Alright, let's go take a look."

He casually tossed out a sentence.

Marlowe, carrying his chips, followed closely behind upstairs.

Inside the VIP room on the 29th floor.

There were no guests, only security guards, fully equipped and in perfect formation.

The head security guard tossed Maro a cell phone.

Marlowe held the chips in one hand and caught the phone in the other.

"Marlo Pelissa, I heard you ran away from home. I didn't expect to see you here."

"Is this what old Pellisha meant?" came the voice of a middle-aged man from the other end of the phone.

The head of the Dorink family is also a mid-level gang leader, with a higher status than most gang leaders, but he failed to make it into the world's top ten gangs, which is somewhat awkward.

He is also the owner of this casino.

"It has nothing to do with my father," Marlow said calmly.

"Heh, so that's your personal opinion?" The man opposite him sneered, his voice filled with anger.

If only this kid were winning, it wouldn't be so bad; after all, it's other customers' money. But this kid actually got everyone else to choose the same result as him! So, there are no losers among the customers. Who loses? The casino! And the money that's being won is also their casino's!

This is blatant sabotage.

"What you mean is what I mean," Maro continued calmly.

"Very well, old Pelisha would never have imagined that his son would become a lackey of a mere brat after running away from home!" Dorink sneered coldly. "I will pass on your father's message."

"Please make yourself at home," Maro said, his tone somewhat indifferent.

"I'm giving you a chance: give up all your chips and leave with your principal, or stay here forever..."

"You talk too much, old man." Su Wu, who was standing to the side, interrupted the voice on the other end of the phone impatiently.

"Get this straight: becoming my lackey isn't something anyone can just do. At least someone like you doesn't even qualify to be a lackey."

"Looking forward to meeting you. When we do, I'll twist your head off and use it as a football." He slid his fingertips slightly, and a cutting sound rang out.

The security team, fully equipped and armed with ample firepower, was instantly cut into dozens of pieces.

The phone in Marlow's hand was also shredded.

"This is boring." Su Wu turned and left the so-called VIP room.

Among the gangs, only the Shadow Beasts under the Ten Elders are really good at fighting; the other gangs seem to be just average, with very few Nen users.

As soon as the door opened, a strong smell of blood wafted out. When the security guard standing at the door saw the two people who should have been dead walking out unharmed, he already sensed something was wrong.

Upon smelling the blood, he immediately gave the order to "fire".

Even faster than their fingers were the boy's hands; with just a light swipe, their guns fell to the ground.

Along with them, half of their arms also landed on the ground.

The blood spurted out and dripped onto the thick carpet, where it was completely absorbed.

After their arms and guns fell to the ground, their heads were severed.

The other guests screamed and ran outside, and the casino staff all picked up weapons, including the seemingly beautiful and harmless maids.

The smell of gunpowder dispelled the original fragrance of incense, and specks of blood splattered on the magnificent walls.

A series of intermittent gunshots rang out, and as the last sound faded away, the casino fell into complete silence.

……

"What? You mean... everyone at the casino is dead?"

"I see."

The Dorink family, whose conversation had been interrupted not long ago, saw their leader angrily smash the phone in his hand.

He watched the white-haired, blue-eyed boy's figure on the remote monitor; his face, twisted with anger, looked even uglier.

"I want you dead! You absolutely must die!"

Happy Lunar New Year's Eve to all adults.

(End of this chapter)