Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The middle-aged man with a buzz cut stared at the dark muzzle of the gun that was raised again in front of him, his mind collapsing, and he pleaded with a sob in his voice.

Upon hearing this, Samael rolled his eyes, opened the hammer, and reiterated unhappily.

“We are civilized people. We should be fair and orderly. Don’t make me sound like a bandit. That’s very impolite.”

"No, no, that's not what I meant! A bet is a bet, and it's so dark now. It wasn't easy for you to come all this way. I just want to get your chips as soon as possible. If there's anything you like, you can use it to pay off the debt!"

The middle-aged man with a buzz cut stared at the revolver that was constantly waving in front of him, posing a constant risk of misfire. His mind raced, and he quickly offered a forced, stiff smile as he explained.

"As expected, I wasn't wrong, you are a reasonable person too."

Upon hearing this, the demon suddenly understood and praised him with satisfaction.

Then, Samael seemed to realize something, looked at the bunny girl behind him who was gritting her teeth, and looked puzzled.

"By the way, she owes you money?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

Realizing that his tricks at the casino had been exposed and that he couldn't afford to offend the two troublesome bosses, he shook his head vigorously and repeatedly denied it.

However, the ancient snake frowned slightly and gave a serious reminder.

"Hmm? Really not? Think about it again?"

"No, no, no, I remember now! I'm the one who owes her! I haven't settled my salary for this month, nor the gambling debts from last time!"

In an instant, thanks to the kind reminder from the foreign friend and the revolver in his hand, the middle-aged man with a buzz cut, sweating profusely, suddenly understood and hurriedly answered.

Immediately, the casino owner, who was on the verge of a heart attack, scrambled out of the revolver's range, moved his burly body, and pulled out four black briefcases full of US dollars from a safe built into the wall. Without even checking them, he pushed them all in front of the two men.

Tsk, as expected of someone from the underworld, he's got it all figured out.

It seems there are reasons why some people become leaders.

Samael looked at his boss, who had learned to apply what he had learned to other situations very well, and sighed with admiration.

The hand holding the gun seemed somewhat embarrassed to point it at this fair and law-abiding businessman.

And so, under the middle-aged man's horrified gaze, the revolver was twisted into a hot, twisted rope and carelessly tossed onto the table.

After the items were returned to their rightful owners, the atmosphere inside the room became even more harmonious. The people in the casino in the corner were like docile and obedient rabbits, not daring to look directly at the two monsters in human skin in front of them.

"Well, if there's nothing else, shall we head out?"

"Uh-huh!"

Seeing that after going through countless hardships, they were finally able to send the two plague-ridden men away, the middle-aged man with the buzz cut nodded excitedly, his eyes glistening with tears of excitement.

"Don't bother seeing me off. I'll come visit often when I have time."

In the alley, as someone waved enthusiastically, the casino owner, who had finally managed to calm down, suddenly stumbled and nearly bumped into the door frame.

He seemed even more excited.

written request for leave

I'm going on a long trip by train, and I've had to get nucleic acid tests at 6 a.m. for the past few days. I haven't made any plans for today, so I can't stay up late. Sorry, I'm asking for a day off.

The punishment of "clucking"

Crispy Roast Pigeon is a traditional Cantonese dish, belonging to the Cantonese cuisine. It is characterized by its crispy skin, tender meat, bright red color, and fresh and delicious flavor. Regular consumption is believed to strengthen the body and clear the lungs and regulate qi. With the continuous development of cooking techniques, three methods have gradually emerged: deep-frying, frying raw, and roasting.

Chapter 157 The Master's Self-Cultivation (4.6k)

"and many more……"

At the dimly lit intersection, Bazett, who had been pulled out of the casino, came to his senses and realized that he was still holding a briefcase. He called out to the foreign friend in front of him and handed him the briefcase full of US dollars.

"Give it back!"

"Why should I give it to you? You deserve it."

Samael was slightly taken aback, and responded with a wry smile.

“I’ve probably lost this much at the casino, and this is what I deserve.”

Bazett frowned and thought for a moment, then opened the briefcase, pulled out a few bills from a pile of "Franklin" notes, waved them in front of Samael, closed the briefcase, and handed them over again.

The ancient snake glanced at it and roughly calculated that it was less than 10,000 yen.

With such meager assets, it's no wonder life is so difficult.

"You heard it too, the rest is your salary and compensation for emotional distress paid by the boss. If you don't want to accept it, you can go back and return it to them."

Samael did not accept the offer, instead passing on a difficult problem to the straightforward designated seal executor.

Give it back to them?

Bazett frowned, hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to accept this windfall.

Immediately, the designated seal executor recovered from his shock, picked up his briefcase, bowed slightly to Samael, and solemnly thanked him.

"Thanks. If it weren't for you, I'd probably still be kept in the dark by those cheating bastards and have to work to pay off my debts."

"You're welcome. I'm doing this for myself."

Samael smiled and confessed his sinister intentions.

“Now that we’re all in this together, we’re all in the same boat. You definitely won’t report me after we leave.”

"No, whatever your purpose is, you helped me, and I must thank you."

Bazett's gaze was serious, earnest, and stubborn.

"If you really want to express your gratitude, how about buying me a drink?"

Samael thought for a moment, chuckled, and then pointed to the few Franklins held in Bazett's hand, a pleased smile playing on his lips.

"Use your capital."

"it is good!"

A slight smile appeared on the serious face of the designated seal executor, who nodded emphatically.

As dusk fell, on a bench in a corner of Central Park, with the sound of plastic bags being turned over, two bags of peanuts, a few packets of hand-shredded squid, and a box of tempura, among other snacks to accompany drinks, were placed in the center.

Sitting to the side, Bazette picked up a can of chilled beer, tossed it to Samael on the other side, then picked up a can for himself, pulled the tab, and raised his hand to clink glasses with his foreign friend who had helped him.

The slightly bitter yet sweet wine went down their throats, and the two of them instinctively leaned back in their chairs, letting out comfortable groans.

The rare moment of synchronization caused the two people whose eyes met to pause in surprise, before bursting into laughter.

"Finished? Two more cans, please!"

When Bazette saw Samael throw down the empty can, he laughed heartily, then took out a beer from the plastic bag and tossed it to him.

Having unexpectedly resolved the financial crisis, the designated seal executor was clearly in high spirits.

"You have to drink as much as I drink, no cheating!"

Samael stated the terms while habitually shaking the can.

Each carrying their own secrets, the two tactfully refrained from inquiring about each other's identities, instead engaging in light conversation about their experiences and observations while enthusiastically clinking glasses and drinking.

Soon, after finishing a beer and a few packets of fast food, the two felt quite full.

However, after quenching his thirst for alcohol, Bazett's gloved fingers clenched and unclenched several times, his moving lips seeming to speak but hesitating.

The perceptive Samael noticed Bazette's odd behavior beside him, gently shook the can, and casually asked him a question.

"What, is something wrong?"

"I have a question for you..."

Upon hearing this, Bazett slowly stood up, his exquisite high heels, which perfectly complemented his bunny girl outfit, were thrown aside. He walked barefoot to the open space in the center, cracked his wrists, and leisurely turned to Samael, a blazing flame igniting in his scarlet pupils.

"Can you take a beating?"

"..."

Samael paused for a moment, then tilted his head back and drank the liquor in one gulp. He threw down the empty can, stood up, and stretched his limbs, his joints cracking as he did so. A dangerous smile crept onto his lips.

"You can try."

"it is good!"

Upon hearing this, Bazett, who was standing in the central open space, had a glint in his eyes. He immediately strode forward, twisting his body and sweeping his leg across Samael in front of him with a high kick.

boom!

In an instant, the air surged, and a muffled explosion, like a muffled thunderclap, resounded.

Master!

Not bad.

The two men, who were thrown backward from the wave of earth, looked at each other and made their own judgments.

"Since you can handle it, I'm relieved."

Seeing that the other party was unharmed, Bazett breathed a sigh of relief. Then, the excitement in his eyes became even stronger and more intense, as if he had caught a predator.

"Come again!"

The designated seal executor removed his black gloves engraved with runes, his bare, jade-like feet stomping forward with incredible speed. When the distance was less than a meter, a lightning-fast straight punch, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, struck Samael's face.

Before the punch even landed, Samael, relying on his keen senses, dodged to the side, avoiding the sudden attack.

However, Bazzet lived up to his nickname "human weapon" in the industry. His control over his body was unparalleled. Before his punches could wear off, he launched a series of direct attacks, forcing his opponent to reveal weaknesses under the extremely fast attack frequency.

In the blink of an eye, Samael dodged the onslaught, and before he knew it, he was backed to the edge. His foot, which was half on the step, almost slipped, and his body swayed slightly, his footing unsteady.

good chance!

In an instant, Bazett's sharp eyes flashed with a piercing light. His long-awaited right hook, carrying the force of air, swung sideways and slammed into Samael's temple.

However, just as the two were about to collide, the man who had been swaying precariously stepped forward with one foot at the edge of the steps, advancing instead of retreating, further shortening the distance between them.

As the dark, inky figure drew closer, Bazett felt as if he were being pricked by thorns, and his heart instinctively skipped a beat.

boom!

The figure that had fallen into her arms suddenly exerted force from the side of her shoulder and elbow, unleashing a terrifying, overwhelming force. Bazette, who was the first to be hit, was sent flying several meters into the air, crashing into three trees as thick as bowls before finally stopping.

"Cough cough..."

Bazette coughed violently, feeling a dull ache in his internal organs from the sudden shock, and even his breath seemed to carry the metallic taste of blood from his mouth and lungs.

be cheated!

The designated seal executor's gaze fell upon the mocking smile on his opponent's face, and recalling the events of the past, his expression became sullen.

While she was striving for a quick attack to force out the opponent's weaknesses, the opponent actually gave her a golden opportunity.

However, Bazett failed to realize that some things are relative.

As she threw her right hook, ready to deliver the decisive blow, the range of her body's movement increased, naturally exposing her vulnerable chest and abdomen even more severely.

As it turned out, the opponent's mistake was a pretense, while her weakness was real.

So, Samael didn't hold back and delivered a shrewd Iron Mountain Lean, sending Bazett flying.

"Knowing full well that I'm not weak, you still dare to come up to me so brazenly. It seems you haven't suffered enough losses yet."

As the dust settled so quickly, Samael, who had walked over slowly, shook his head in exasperation.

"If you have a 30% chance of success, it's worth a try; if you have a 50% chance, you can go all out; if you have a 90% chance, it's a golden opportunity that you can only dream of; but if you have a 100% chance, you should be careful, because it's often a trap."

"It was indeed my carelessness, let's try again!"

Bazett pursed his lips, listening intently to the victor's advice. The flame in his eyes burned even brighter than before. He then supported himself with one hand on the broken plant, adjusted his breathing, and stood up, his very bones burning with a fierce fighting spirit.

However, Samael glanced at the broken floor tiles under his feet and the messy lawn, and couldn't help but hesitate.

"Uh, maybe we should just call it quits. If this keeps going, I can't afford to pay for it..."

"I'll pay!"

For once, Bazett was surprisingly perceptive. He immediately read the hidden worry in his opponent's eyes, and promptly patted his chest, taking full responsibility.

Without waiting for Samael to refuse, the designated seal executor charged forward again, twisting his body and raising his right leg like a battering ram to smash into Samael's chest. The man instinctively raised his arms.

boom!