Chapter Nineteen: The God of Gambling Arrives

Yang Wenhao couldn't help but feel a pang of compassion as he watched the girl display such resilience. Though his hands were stained with blood, it didn’t mean he had lost his conscience entirely.

He reached into his pocket and drew out several banknotes. “Take these,” he said.

Perhaps to Yang Wenhao, these bills meant little; after all, he had exchanged them for a single credit. But to the girl, they were everything.

She was a struggling street vendor, barely able to sustain herself. Being robbed today likely meant she’d go hungry. Yang Wenhao’s generous offer startled her; she was meeting him for the first time, and he was already helping her so much. It made her feel uneasy.

Seeing her hesitate, Yang Wenhao smiled gently and pressed the money into her hand. “Use this to improve your life. It’s nothing to me.”

Hearing his words, the girl accepted the money, but she didn’t keep it all. Instead, she took only one note and handed the rest back to Yang Wenhao.

He was about to speak, but she quickly gestured in sign language: “This is enough for me. I don’t need so much. Thank you.”

Yang Wenhao nodded, understanding her strong character. Accepting even a little was already difficult for her.

He didn’t say anything more.

“I’ll be off now. Until fate brings us together again.” Yang Wenhao waved and turned to leave.

The girl watched his departing figure, clutching the money he’d given her, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

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“I need to ask—where is the headquarters of the Axe Gang?”

The man he interrupted looked at him, astonished. “Are you looking for trouble, or just hoping to join the gang?”

“I’m not seeking trouble,” Yang Wenhao replied, shaking his head.

The man nodded in understanding. “I see. Keep going straight; there’s a casino at the crossroads. That’s the place.”

“Thank you.” Yang Wenhao nodded and followed the directions.

As he walked away, the man shook his head. “So young, yet already making choices that ruin his future.”

Had Yang Wenhao heard this, he would have laughed helplessly. He wasn’t trying to become a low-level thug; if he joined, he’d aim to be the boss—now that would be something.

He arrived at a casino. According to the directions, this was the headquarters of the Axe Gang.

Yang Wenhao stepped inside.

He found the place bustling with people, most of whom were there to gamble.

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In a casino, there are winners and losers; some leave with pockets full, others lose everything they have.

Yang Wenhao felt nothing particular about it.

Suddenly, a plan sparked in his mind, and his lips curled into a subtle smile.

Just then, a scantily clad waitress approached. “Hello, would you like to exchange chips?”

“Hmm…” Yang Wenhao hesitated, then reached into his pocket. Under the surprised gaze of the waitress, he pulled out a stack of Hong Kong dollars.

“Exchange all of these for chips.” He didn’t know exactly how much there was, but it had cost him two credits to get it.

“Yes… Please wait a moment, I’ll be right back…” The waitress’s voice trembled as she hurried off to exchange the money.

Yang Wenhao then asked, “System, do you have any gambling skills available?”

“Recommend purchasing ‘Divine Gambling Techniques’ for 200 credits.”

He paused, then nodded. “Alright, buy it.”

“200 credits deducted. ‘Divine Gambling Techniques’ purchased.”

As the credits were deducted, a spark flashed in Yang Wenhao’s eyes.

He had never gambled before, except for playing cards. But now, with the newly acquired skills, he could easily be called a gambling master.

Two hundred credits—well spent.

A moment later, the waitress returned with chips exchanged for the cash.

She looked at him with fawning admiration; Yang Wenhao was now a wealthy young man in her eyes. If she could attach herself to him, why not?

Yang Wenhao noticed her intentions and smiled faintly. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Xiaomei,” she replied quickly.

He asked, “Is there a table for betting ‘big or small’?”

“Follow me, sir. This way.” Xiaomei pointed in the direction.

Yang Wenhao went to the table and saw many people gathered, desperately gambling away their last money.

He moved in, unnoticed.

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“Place your bets,” the dealer called.

Yang Wenhao stroked his chin and signaled to Xiaomei, “Bet all the chips on ‘small’.”

“Ah!” Xiaomei was startled by his move.

It was just the first round, and he was putting all his chips in—clearly a novice.

Especially with this dice game, the odds were highly unpredictable.

Not only Xiaomei, but the gamblers nearby heard him. They were full of disdain; all chips on ‘small’? How many chips could a kid like him have, anyway?

But when they saw the pile of chips Xiaomei held, they were dumbfounded.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” Yang Wenhao’s icy voice broke Xiaomei’s daze.

She shivered, snapped back to reality, and obediently placed all the chips as he instructed.

Even the dealer was stunned, unsure of what Yang Wenhao was thinking—was he a rookie, just playing for fun?

The people around had already labeled him as a rich kid buying entertainment.

The bets were placed; now they waited for the dealer to reveal the outcome.

Xiaomei was more anxious than Yang Wenhao, staring intensely at the dice cup. Yang Wenhao, however, stood calmly, as if the result meant nothing to him, which only confirmed everyone’s suspicions.

But as the dealer uncovered the cup, everyone was stunned.

“No way—‘small’ actually won!”

A gambler’s eyes widened. He’d been laughing at Yang Wenhao, betting ‘big’ himself.

But the total points on the dice were ‘small’; he lost everything, while Yang Wenhao’s chips doubled.

The dealer was momentarily dazed, but quickly recovered. Luck only lasts for one round—he’d seen this before. In the end, they always lose everything.

Xiaomei stared at Yang Wenhao in disbelief as his chips doubled, but his expression remained calm, as if it had nothing to do with him at all.