I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1404 - 1408: Fighting Is Actually My Strongest Skill

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

The competitor muttered as if chanting, even his eyes had a somewhat vacant look.

In just a few minutes, they went from being a Level Five member to being expelled from the Hand of God Association. Such an occurrence is extremely rare in the entire history of the Hand of God Association.

As the representative, losing everything for their own casino, one can only imagine what kind of fate awaits that guy upon returning.

In fact, these professional gamblers also put their pants on their heads metaphorically. If they perform well, their membership level rises, granting them immense honor and status in their own casinos and cities.

If they perform poorly and their membership level falls, they face punishment from their boss.

As for being directly expelled from the Hand of God Association, they might as well prepare to eat dirt.

"Who let that bastard provoke the opponent?" The casino owner struggled to contain his inner fury. That was someone with strength comparable to the Main God, and his rage made the entire casino seem to tremble.

"Alright, calm down, it's not over yet, I won't let you be expelled." A member of the council whispered to him, "You don't need to get involved in what's next, just watch carefully, those two have something up their sleeve!"

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"Heh, broke, can't even pull out 80 Capital City!"

Zhang Menglong and Aubi showed a sullen expression. Previously, they won 10 Capitals from him, but this round emptied their entire card, leaving them with only 68 Capitals.

But this was just a small part of it; he had placed a heavy bet of 50 Capitals, and it multiplied tenfold, making it 500 Capitals!

The banker's face turned livid; their casino's total assets weren't just 2000 Capitals. With years of development and some hidden assets, their total was around 3000 Capitals.

500 Capitals, that was 1/6 of the total assets, almost equivalent to any of their council members' total casino assets!

An asset close to 570 Capitals was transferred into their two cards, and Zhang Menglong immediately absorbed 500 Capitals into his body.

In that instant, the power hidden within Zhang Menglong's body revived; 500 Capitals were enough to completely restore Zhang Menglong to his original strength!

With power in his body, Zhang Menglong felt more confident.

Aubi casually placed another bet of 100 Capitals on a number, and then said with a high-and-mighty air, "Let's start, I give up observing!"

"No need to continue, let's stop this game here!"

At this moment, the president of the Hand of God Association's council walked out from the dark corner of a room, followed by ten bodyguards in customized combat suits.

The expressions on these ten people's faces were extremely stern, seemingly devoid of emotions, but they exuded an aura at the level of at least a mid-tier Main God!

"Mr. President, what does this mean?" Zhang Menglong tilted his head.

"Don't you know yourselves?" the president said.

"I don't know what you're talking about, President. We're both good law-abiding citizens," Zhang Menglong said with an aggrieved look.

"Law-abiding? Though I don't know what methods you used, you two have already disrupted the balance of this game. Return the money you've won and then leave the association yourselves?"

"Huh?" Zhang Menglong's face fell. "Come on, come on, are you saying you can't afford to lose? This is just two rounds?"

"Exactly, we earned this money with our skills, why should we give it back to you?" Aubi was also confused, not expecting the president to so easily tear off their pretense after just two wins.

In fact, he couldn't be blamed. The funds in Zhang Menglong and Aubi's hands already exceeded 600 Capitals. If this game continued, just one more win, and their bank would go bankrupt. Not even the Time Bank could come up with 6000 Capitals singlehandedly.

He believed that Zhang Menglong and Aubi would absolutely not just walk away.

Such a thing would not be allowed to happen; it was better to just tear the facade off!

Besides, Zhang Menglong and Aubi had practically insulted all the other members earlier. This decision, he believed, would have no opposition.

"With skill? My people all rely on skill, but who can guarantee 100% accuracy? Do you think everyone else is a fool?"

"Ah, why do you have to think we're cheating when you don't understand something?" Zhang Menglong sighed, "Maybe that's just the loneliness of being an expert."

"Return the money we've won, that's not going to happen. Of course, if you're skilled enough, you can win it back yourself!"

"I'm not negotiating with you, I'm ordering you," the president said without turning red or short of breath.

To get to this position, he was definitely a formidable figure; he'd likely done this kind of silencing many times before.

The ten bodyguards under him were nurtured with massive resources and devotion—immensely powerful and absolutely loyal to him. His current position owed a lot to these ten bodyguards too.

"President, this..." Leo hadn't expected the conflict to suddenly escalate so intensely.

"This is none of your concern!"

"Alright, alright, stop barking," Zhang Menglong sighed, "So this is the Hand of God Association? You might as well rename yourselves the Mafia for doing such shady things. Losing is losing, how dull!"

"I originally planned to win all your money fair and square, but now you've forced me to switch methods, that's not on me!" Zhang Menglong began to warm up, "Aubi, step back a bit."

"Gambling Monster, the president's bodyguards are strong, you..."

"Do you think I'm a healer?" Zhang Menglong said, "Truth is, fighting is my forte now!"

"Go, kill him!" The president was ruthless, wasting no words. Except for one left to protect him, the remaining nine immediately charged at Zhang Menglong.

A dozen feet was a mere instant for such people.

The nine were not only high in Life Levels, but clearly trained, and moreover, trained in deadly techniques—all their moves aimed at Zhang Menglong's vital points.

Nine attacks struck Zhang Menglong's body at vital spots, and at this moment, the president smiled with satisfaction.

However, his happiness was a bit premature.

Zhang Menglong resisted the oppression of the nine, suddenly bursting with an aura that surpassed them, "Are you kidding? Not good at gambling, and weak at fighting, your kind of gangsters are really quite pathetic!"

A gust visible to the naked eye spread from Zhang Menglong's body, knocking the nine away.

"Now, all of you are surrounded by me alone. If you want to live, throw over all your Time Coins and squat with your heads in your hands. Today, I'm not gambling; I'm robbing!"