Underworld Chronicles: Qiao Si's Strategist, Xiao Ke, and Wang Weifan

Xiao Ke bent down and picked up the exposed, skeletal finger from the ground, ordering, "Bring me a glass of water."

A henchman handed Xiao Ke a glass of water. Xiao Ke threw Liu Yishou's severed finger into the glass, and streaks of blood slowly spread in the water, instantly turning the entire glass of water red.

"Damn it, I'll only cut off one of your fingers since this is your first time. If there's a next time, I'll chop off your whole hand. You can try it if you don't believe me. Make him drink this bloody lesson and get the hell out of here!" Little Ke ordered.

Wang Zhi took the blood from Xiao Ke's hand, pulled up Liu Yishou's hair from the ground, and forced him to drink the whole cup of blood.

Then Xiao Ke's henchmen dragged Liu Yishou to the hospital entrance, abandoned him, and drove away.

Poor Liu Yishou didn't earn a single penny and was beaten up like this; he must be kicking himself.

After Liu Yishou was dragged out, Xiao Ke said to the others in the casino, "It's alright, everyone keep playing. Damn it, I absolutely won't tolerate cheating here. It's all about openness, fairness, and impartiality. Winning or losing money is all about luck. We're playing cleanly, everyone keep playing!"

After hearing Xiao Ke's words, the gamblers snapped out of their shock and rolled up their sleeves to continue gambling, handing over money to Xiao Ke's casino in droves.

Wang Bao waited in his office for ages, but Liu Yishou didn't return. Where did that bastard go? The Russians, the Russians!

"Hey bro, what's up?" Wang Bao's henchman, Maozi, ran over and asked.

Take some men to that casino where Liu Yishou plays small stakes and see if he's gotten carried away with winnings. Don't let him win too much, or he'll give himself away and it'll be difficult to handle.

Okay, I'm going right now~ The Russian guy took two henchmen and headed straight for Little K's casino.

The Russians searched inside but couldn't find Liu Yishou anywhere. Just then, a gambler who had lost everything walked out.

Maozi and his group followed. "Hey buddy, want a smoke? How's your luck with the gambler today?" Maozi called out to the gambler.

The gambler turned around, took the cigarette from the Russian's hand, and cursed, "Damn it, don't even mention it. My luck was terrible today; I even lost my underwear."

"Hey buddy, did you see a guy with long hair, about your height, wearing black clothes, coming over at the casino just now?" the Russian asked.

"There are so many people in the casino, there are so many like that, I didn't notice. But you're late. If you had come a little earlier, you could have seen some excitement. Someone cheated and the boss cut off his finger and popped his testicles, it was horrible. No, this person is similar to what you described. You should go to the hospital to see him, it's too bad," the gambler said.

Huh?? Upon hearing this, Maozi and his men took off running to the hospital. When they arrived, they found Liu Yishou lying in bed.

Fortunately, the doctors of that era were kind and honest. Even though they couldn't find any relatives for Liu Yishou, they started treating him first. If it were today, if you had no money or relatives, you would probably be dead.

When Maozi and the others saw Liu Yishou's miserable state, they shuddered in fear, thankful that they hadn't gone, or they would be the ones lying in bed now.

Seeing Liu Yishou's pathetic state, the Russians offered him a few words of feigned comfort before rushing back to tell their elder brother, Wang Bao.

When Wang Bao went to the hospital, he was furious. "Damn it! This is outrageous! Even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner! Maozi, go back and gather your men. This time, we'll make sure they're wiped out!"

Brother, think it over carefully—the Russians seem to be having second thoughts.

"You son of a bitch, keep thinking like this and I'm done for! Hurry back, gather your men, grab your weapons, and let's get them!" Wang Bao shouted.

Seeing that his elder brother was completely enraged, Maozi dared not try to persuade him anymore. He went back and gathered his underlings, grabbed knives, guns, and clubs, and followed Wang Bao menacingly toward Xiao Ke's casino.

Wang Bao led more than 20 people to Xiao Ke's casino. Two of Xiao Ke's henchmen were smoking at the entrance. When they saw such a large group of people arrive, the two men threw away their cigarette butts and blocked Wang Bao's way.

"Hey, what are you guys doing?" one of Little K's underlings asked.

What are you doing? Go to hell! Wang Bao didn't give the other party any chance to react, knocking one of them down with a single blow. When Xiao Ke's other henchman saw this, he tried to run into the house, but was grabbed by Mao Zi and his men and beaten up on the ground.

After beating down Xiao Ke's two henchmen, Wang Bao and his gang kicked open the casino door. "Stop playing, all of you! Stop playing! From today onwards, this casino is closed down and will no longer be in operation!" Wang Bao shouted, pointing a stick at the gamblers.

The gamblers were completely bewildered. Several of Xiao Ke's henchmen ran to the front, and one of them went upstairs to find Xiao Ke.

"Look at this chicken feather! Anyone who doesn't want to get bleed in a bit, get out of here! Don't say I didn't warn you! Where's the boss? Boss, get out here!" Wang Bao yelled.

Damn it, whose dog is off-leash and barking all over my place? Just as everyone was at a loss, Little Ke came downstairs with his three musketeers, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He also had a hunting rifle in his hand, which he slung over one shoulder.

"Damn it, are you the boss here? My brother gambled here just now, and you chopped off his finger and smashed his balls. How are you going to settle this score?" Wang Bao shouted, pointing at Xiao Ke.

"Ah, that's your underling. He cheated here, and I did it according to the rules of the underworld. Even if it were the King of Heaven himself, I would have done the same thing." Little Ke said without any politeness.

Do you know who I am? I am Wang Bao, you little brat. Don't you know that I, Wang Bao, am so restless?

You think you're so tough, Wang Bao? Go to hell! Xiao Ke spat out the cigarette butt, shrugged, raised his hunting rifle, and fired a shot at Wang Bao with a loud bang.

The bullet struck Wang Bao squarely in the stomach. Wang Bao screamed in agony, clutching his stomach as he fell backward. The Russian and a henchman behind him quickly caught him. Blood gushed out like a small fountain, instantly soaking through Wang Bao's fingers and flowing onto his clothes.

Little Ke's shot stunned everyone. They hadn't expected the rumors to be true. This Little Ke really dared to shoot someone's hand, and he did it so easily with so many people watching. He was so damn ruthless.

Seeing that their leader was injured right away, the Russians, who didn't want to fight in the first place, helped Wang Bao up and then turned around and threw him outside.

The three musketeers behind Xiao Ke wanted to continue chasing with their underlings, but Xiao Ke stopped them. "Stop chasing," he said. "They're just a bunch of thugs. We'll teach them a lesson and that'll be it. Don't let them interfere with our business. Clean up the blood here and take the brothers at the door to the hospital."

The henchmen hurriedly took the two injured men from the doorway to the hospital, and wiped away the blood that Wang Bao had spilled inside the house.

"Keep playing, keep playing, nothing will happen," this was the second time Xiao Ke had said to the gamblers tonight.

What will the injured Wang Bao do next? Stay tuned for the next episode.