[Fantasy] Sun Wukong's Seven-Day Holiday (Complete) - 13-15

Chapter 98 The dimly lit

Happy Valley Bar, bathed in a soft, ambiguous ambiguity, was filled with the sounds of loveliness and longing. On the dance floor, men and women embraced tightly, face to face, swaying to the slow rhythm of the music.

Wukong sat at a round table near the corner, drinking, with Situ Yu and Liu Yueyue beside him. Not far away, Yang Ru sat alone, elegant yet slightly forlorn. She picked up her wine glass, gently swirling it, her eyes darting around, sparkling like a cold, beautiful rose about to bloom in this tender night.

“Xiao Ru is so beautiful. If I were a man, I would be tempted too.” Situ Yu looked around and said, “The place she chose is also good. It’s obviously a good spot for hunting for women. If nothing unexpected happens, some fish should take the bait.”

“But, half an hour has passed, and it seems like nothing has happened. A few people have tried to chat her up, but Xiao Ru has chased them away. None of them have said more than five words. Xiao Ru seems to be keeping everyone at arm’s length. At this rate, we probably won’t have anything by dawn.” Wu Kong said.

“Xiao Ru is very smart. She knows what she’s doing. Those who can be easily chased away by her are definitely not her targets.” Situ Yu said thoughtfully.

Wu Kong thought about it and agreed. If that perverted

killer appeared, he wouldn’t give up so easily. Yang Ru is beautiful and charming, so she should be the first choice for hunting for women .

As Wu Kong and Situ Yu were chatting quietly, a refined man wearing glasses walked up to Yang Ru.

“Miss, may I have the honor of dancing with you?” The man bowed and said politely.

"I can't dance." Yang Ru glanced at the man's pale, scholarly appearance, so different from the devilish image in her mind, and showed no interest whatsoever, speaking lazily.

"Oh, I didn't realize that you, Miss, with your stunning beauty, couldn't dance. A miracle! May I sit down?" The man completely ignored Yang Ru's coldness, maintaining his gentlemanly demeanor.

Yang Ru remained silent, her eyes fixed on the dance floor. She had previously driven away several harassing suitors with harsh words, but now that this man was polite, she couldn't be rude to him, so she could only respond with silence, hoping he would back down.

"If you don't say anything, Miss, I'll take that as tacit consent." The man seemed quite interested in Yang Ru's indifference, shamelessly sitting down and saying, "Miss, would you like something to drink? It's

on me."

"No need, I have money." Yang Ru didn't even look at him.

"Hehe, you certainly have character, I like it." The man said happily, "Miss, you have an elegant temperament, as beautiful as a fairy, truly unforgettable at first sight. Will you be my girlfriend?"

Yang Ru couldn't help but shift her gaze to his face. This man was quite shameless, and spoke recklessly, as if he had everything under control. Judging from his appearance, he should be under thirty, with fairly regular features, but his small eyes were squinting, as if he was always secretly studying people.

"Are you used to proposing so directly?" Yang Ru's interest was piqued. Although the other party didn't look like a vicious murderer, his shamelessness still aroused Yang Ru's interest.

"No. I'm usually a very reserved person, but seeing your beauty, Miss, I do have an impulse to feel like we've known each other for a long time. If you don't object, I'd like to be friends with you. My name is Ye Er, what's your name, Miss?" The man introduced himself.

"My surname is Liang." Yang Ru made up a surname randomly.

"Oh, Miss Liang, hello, it's an honor to meet you." The man named Ye Er extended his hand,

wanting to shake hands with Yang Ru. Yang Ru looked at him quietly, without saying a word, nor did she extend her hand to shake his.

Ye Er awkwardly withdrew his hand and said, "Miss Liang, do you often come to bars?"

"No, I rarely come. I had a fight with my boyfriend today, so I came to drink away my sorrows." Yang Ru made up a story.

"Oh, Miss Liang, you already have a boyfriend? That's not right of you. Having a boyfriend and still coming to a place like this to flirt with other men is disloyalty to your relationship!" Ye Er said angrily, his narrowed eyes shooting out a fierce glint.

Yang Ru's heart skipped a beat. Ye Er's expression changed so quickly, though it was only for a moment, that it didn't escape Yang Ru's keen eyes. Due to her profession, Yang Ru was good at reading people's expressions. A thought flashed through her mind—could this refined-looking man in front of her actually be…?

“You’re exaggerating! I just came to the bar for a drink. Why are you accusing me of infidelity? Besides, I’m not married yet, and I still have the right to make friends with other men.” Yang Ru deliberately contradicted him, her gaze fixed on his eyes to see his reaction.

Ye Er’s face twitched a few times,

struggling to control his anger, and said, “Of course, of course, Miss Liang is young and beautiful, of course she can make friends with other men. Give yourself a chance, and give others a chance too.”

“Wukong, look, Yang Ru seems to be getting along very well with that man, but I wonder what they’re talking about?” Situ Yu nudged Wukong’s arm and whispered.

“I saw it, and I heard their conversation,” Wukong said. Although the bar was noisy, Wukong, with his keen ears, heard their conversation clearly.

“Really? What are they talking about?” Situ Yu asked curiously. Liu Yueyue, standing beside her, also leaned closer, wanting to hear more.

"Hehe, girls are all very gossipy, even Yueyue is no exception. Yueyue, you've been hanging out with Xiaoyu a lot, you've even absorbed her fine traditions, that's not a good thing." Wukong teased with a grin.

"You're not gossipy? Then why were you eavesdropping on other people's conversations?" Situ Yu was indignant.

"I wasn't eavesdropping! I couldn't hear anything." Wukong argued.

"Hmph, if you don't want to talk, then don't talk, what's the big deal?" Situ Yu raised her face, pretending to be very disdainful.

"Haha, you said it yourself, don't regret it. I'll only tell Yueyue!" Wukong winked mischievously at Situ Yu, then put his mouth to Yueyue's ear and moved his lips a few times.

Liu Yueyue listened and smiled at Situ Yu.

"Yueyue, we're sisters, you wouldn't hide anything from me, would you? Tell your sister, what was that guy whispering in your ear?" Situ Yu moved her chair closer to Yueyue and said softly.

Liu Yueyue giggled and said, "Brother Sun said, 'Don't tell me!'"

"Oh, even you've learned to lie to me," Situ Yu said angrily.

"I didn't lie to you, Sister Yu, Brother Sun only said that one sentence," Liu Yueyue quickly protested, her face flushed.

Situ Yu then realized she'd been tricked by Wukong and said angrily, "Sun Wukong, I'll give you three seconds to confess honestly. If you don't speak after three seconds, hmph, I'll unleash my special move. One, two!"

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you," Wukong said hastily, unsure what trick she was going to pull. "Actually, you can probably guess without me saying it; it's just some men flattering women."

"Since you

've confessed honestly, I'll let you off this time!" Situ Yu said with a smile.

Liu Yueyue was very impressed. She leaned close to Situ Yu's ear and whispered, "Sister Yu, you're amazing! What's your special move? Tell me."

Situ Yu giggled and whispered a few words into Liu Yueyue's ear. Liu Yueyue laughed so hard she clutched her stomach, gasping for breath, and kept saying, "Ouch, I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore!" Then she stood up, clutching her stomach, and ran to the bathroom.

A moment later, a scream was heard. Situ Yu, upon hearing this, immediately exclaimed, "Oh no! It sounds like Yueyue's voice! I'll go check!" She then ran towards the restroom. Wukong, concerned for Liu Yueyue, followed.

Before they even reached the restroom door, they saw Liu Yueyue stumble out, and upon seeing Situ Yu, she immediately threw herself into her arms, trembling like a frightened fawn.

"What's wrong? Yueyue, don't be afraid, Sister Yu is here," Situ Yu comforted her, patting her back.

"There's someone inside!" Liu Yueyue buried her head deeply in Situ Yu's arms, not daring to lift her head, her face flushed red to

her neck.

Chapter 099 A Wolf Appears

Before Liu Yueyue could finish speaking, Wukong had already slipped into the women's restroom. Seeing Yueyue's panicked expression, Wukong assumed she had encountered a pervert inside, and that the pervert was hiding there. Therefore, disregarding the difference between men and women, he rushed in without hesitation.

Upon entering, the scene before him horrified him. A woman was bent over, her hands gripping a sink, her buttocks raised high, her pants pulled down to her ankles, revealing her bare, white bottom, swaying gently. Behind her stood a muscular man…

Wukong was filled with rage and rage. This lecherous man was utterly audacious! To commit such a despicable act in broad daylight in public—was there no law? Enraged, Wukong roared, "You scoundrel, stop!"

The burly man, caught up in the moment, didn't stop upon hearing Wukong's shout. He merely turned his head, glancing at Wukong, and panted, "Brother, look at the situation now, how can you stop? If you want to use the restroom, there's an order to things. I'll go in first, and of course, you have to wait until I'm done before you give up the restroom."

"Hey, you scoundrel, you're utterly unreasonable! What nonsense are you spouting? It's giving me a headache!" Wukong, unable to bear it any longer, cursed and grabbed the man's arm, pulling him backward and forcefully throwing him to the ground, where he landed flat on his back.

The man, still cursing, got up and threw a punch at Wukong's head. Wukong dodged the punch by tilting his head, then kicked the man in the thigh. A cry of pain rang out, and the muscular man flew several meters away, landing squarely at the bathroom doorway. Wukong had held back, preventing himself from being crippled.

The entire ordeal took only a few seconds. The woman stood frozen, completely bewildered. Only when the man lay on the bathroom doorway did she snap out of it, letting out a mournful cry as she rushed towards him.

"Oh dear, what's wrong?" The woman rushed over naked, helped the man up, and asked anxiously, "How are you? Don't scare me, open your eyes

and look at me!"

The man slowly opened his eyes and said with difficulty, "I'm fine, I won't die."

The woman turned her head and stared at Wukong with hatred, saying fiercely, "Who are you? Why did you hurt my boyfriend for no reason?"

"Boyfriend?" Wukong was confused and said, "Isn't he a pervert? I just saw someone in need and helped him!"

"Help my ass! You're the pervert!" The woman glared fiercely at Wukong, looked at herself, and realized she was still naked from the waist down. She felt a little ashamed and quickly put on her pants.

Hearing the commotion inside, several people came in. First to enter were Situ Yu and Liu Yueyue. When they saw the naked man lying on the door, they screamed again and covered their faces in embarrassment.

Following them were a woman in uniform and a security guard.

"What happened?" the woman asked as she entered, turning to the security guard and saying, "Go get these pants and help this gentleman put them on."

"Yes, Manager Dong!" the security guard readily replied. He then quickly went over to get the pants and helped the man put them on. Only then did Situ Yu and Liu Yueyue dare to remove their hands from their faces.

"He injured my boyfriend," the woman said, pointing at Wukong and then at the man on the ground.

"You hit someone?" the woman in uniform said. "Sir, my surname is Dong, and I am the manager of this Happy Valley Bar. I'm sorry, but you did something you shouldn't have done on my turf. Can you explain why?"

Wukong already had a general idea of what had happened. These two were probably lovers, but they had done something inappropriate in an inappropriate place; there was no coercion involved.

"It's like this, my friend came in to use the restroom and ran out screaming. I thought there was a thief inside, so I rushed in to check and saw them... and... I thought the man was assaulting someone, so I intervened," Wukong explained.

"Oh, I see," the female manager nodded, suddenly understanding. It seemed to be another misunderstanding. Such things happened frequently in bars, and she was used to it. Young men and women, after taking high-dose pills or injections, would do outrageous and despicable things in their extreme excitement.

She'd witnessed it several times while using the restroom. The first time, she felt a little embarrassed, but after seeing it so often, she got used to it and just laughed it off.

But tonight, something unexpected had happened. A reckless man had come in, ruined their moment, and even injured him. The situation was getting complicated.

"It's just a misunderstanding. This gentleman meant well; he probably wanted to save you. You must understand that," the female manager tried to mediate. "Since we're all here at Happy Valley Bar, we're honored guests. Give me, Mr. Dong, a little face, and let's just let it go, okay?"

"No!" the woman said firmly. "Whether he meant well or not, he injured my boyfriend. How are we going to settle this?"

"This…" the female manager was speechless for a moment.

“My friend was frightened by your disgraceful behavior when he came in, suffered from oxygen deprivation and neurological disorders, and hasn’t recovered yet. How do you plan to settle this?” Situ Yu pointed at Liu Yueyue and retorted sharply.

“Yes, my mind is still blank.” Liu Yueyue

went along with it.

“That’s because you’re a country bumpkin who’s never seen anything like this before. What era are we living in? Things like this happen every night in Happy Valley, what’s so special about it?” the woman argued.

“But you shouldn’t do such disgusting things in public. Don’t you feel ashamed? Everyone who sees it is embarrassed for you.” Wukong said disdainfully. He thought to himself, society is really going downhill. Things that used to be done secretly in the bedroom are now being brazenly brought into public restrooms. What’s the difference between them and animals like chickens, dogs, and pigs?

“Let’s all give way a little, shall we?” the female manager tried to mediate. She didn’t want either side to call the police, after all, such a disgraceful incident was not something to be proud of. Moreover, if the police are involved, a thorough investigation might expose the drug addicts' activities in the bar, and the bar would be implicated as well.

"No, I want him to pay for the medicine." The woman was still insistent, but clearly lacked confidence.

"I also want you to pay for emotional distress!" Seeing the other party's persistence, Liu Yueyue became bolder

.

"Yueyue, you've improved; you know how to argue your case," Situ Yu praised.

"Miss, since neither of you wants to settle privately, the only option is to call the police. However, I must remind you that your inappropriate behavior in public might not end well at the police station," the female manager patiently explained.

The woman hesitated for a long time, thinking it over, and finally gave up on demanding compensation. She helped the muscular man up from the ground and said, "We accept our bad luck. Let's go home!"

"That's right, enjoy your romance at home. Have a pleasant evening," the female manager sincerely wished.

Liu Yueyue, her face flushed from needing to urinate, saw the two leave and hurriedly said to Wukong, "Brother Sun, you should go out too!" Situ Yu pulled Wukong's arm and said, "Haha, let's go quickly! If we're any later, Yueyue will lose control of her bladder!"

"Sister Yu, you're bullying me! You're the one who'll lose control!" Yueyue said shyly. Without waiting for Wukong to leave, she quickly slipped into the restroom.

Wukong and Situ Yu hurriedly retreated. Just as they reached their seats, they saw that Yang Ru's table was empty, and a

man was supporting the limp Yang Ru, walking towards the door.

"Oh no, a wolf has appeared!" Wukong said decisively. "Xiaoyu, I'll go catch the wolf. You and Yueyue wait here for me to come back!"

Chapter 100 Lamb to the Slaughter

(Hehe, the comment section is really lively, with both praise and criticism, which is a good thing. However, I think all the pseudo-moralists who have read this book understand that different people have different opinions, and the lewd only see lust!)

Wukong followed closely behind. From their backs, the two in front of him were leaning on each other, the man's arm wrapped around Yang Ru's slender waist, their relationship extremely intimate. To outsiders, most would assume they were a couple. Wukong was a little puzzled. Yang Ru was always very calm and rational, so why was she suddenly drunk?

Yang Ru and the other person went out the door and stopped by the roadside to wait for a car. Wukong quietly followed. He walked over and looked at Yang Ru. He saw that her face was flushed and her eyes were glazed, as if she was already drunk.

"Hey, aren't you Ye Er?" Wukong deliberately feigned a surprised expression of reunion. He had heard Ye Er introduce herself at the bar.

"You are..." Ye Er racked his brains, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember where he had seen this man before. He could only stammer, "You know me?"

"Look at your memory! Didn't we drink together a few days ago? How could you forget your friend so quickly?" Wu Kong said casually.

"Hehe, maybe so, my memory isn't very good." Ye Er said with an embarrassed smile.

"Brother, is she your girlfriend?" Wu Kong asked tentatively.

"My wife, she drank too much just now! Oh dear, she's not a bad person, she just likes to have a couple of drinks, and she can't hold her liquor. Every time we go out drinking, I have to help her home. It's so rude of me!" Ye Er said, frowning.

"Really? When I saw you a few days ago, the wife you introduced wasn't this one?" Wu Kong said.

Ye Er looked flustered. He chuckled awkwardly and said, "You might be mistaken. I only have one wife. I'll get back to you. Luckily, a taxi pulled up beside us, and Ye Er quickly helped Yang Ru into the car, using the opportunity to escape. Wukong

transformed into a tiny mosquito and followed them into the taxi.

The taxi sped along the road. Ye Er sat in the back seat, admiring the beauty before him in the dim light of the night. Yang Ru's head rested weakly on his shoulder, her voluptuous body pressed tightly against his. He swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on Yang Ru's high, alluring breasts,

then stole a glance at the driver. The driver was focused on the road ahead, driving attentively, with soothing music playing on the radio. Ye Er boldly reached out and unbuttoned the top button of Yang Ru's blouse.

Yang Ru's alluring, snow-white cleavage was now clearly visible, and the pink bra was faintly discernible. His eyes lit up, and he reached out to touch her cleavage.

"Pervert! How despicable!" Wukong cursed inwardly. Seeing his thieving hands about to land on Yang Ru's breasts, he couldn't stand idly by any longer. So he quietly flew onto Yang Ru, lifted her right hand, and grabbed Ye Er's outstretched hand.

Ye Er was lost in his fantasies when suddenly his hand was grabbed by her soft, firm grip. He tried to move further, but couldn't. Suddenly, the hand reversed direction and slapped him across the cheek. The sound was crisp and clear.

Ye Er was startled, feeling a burning sensation on his cheek. The slap was quite forceful; he hadn't expected a woman under the influence of a sleeping potion to have such strength—it was truly unbelievable.

"Sir, are you alright?" Hearing the unusual sound, the driver turned around and asked.

"I'm fine,

a mosquito flew onto my face, and I swatted it dead," Ye Er said sheepishly. His hand was still tightly gripped by Yang Ru's soft hand. He tried to break free, but it was easier said than done. A sharp "smack" rang out, and he was struck on the other cheek. And it was his own hand that had slapped him.

"Sir, are there any more mosquitoes?" The driver, hearing the second sharp sound, felt uneasy and said, "I'm sorry, it's probably because I don't keep the place clean enough, and mosquitoes have multiplied."

Ye Er covered his burning cheek, feeling utterly helpless, and could only agree, "There are so many mosquitoes tonight, damn it, they keep biting my cheeks."

Yang Ru's head was still resting on his shoulder, and she seemed to be snoring softly. The hand that had been gripping him had now released its grip. This

was truly bizarre! Ye Er was completely baffled. How could someone have such strength while asleep, especially a beautiful and delicate woman like her! Ye Er suppressed his lust and stopped making futile attempts. Honestly, he didn't want to get slapped again. "

When I get home, I'll pay double!" Ye Er consoled himself.

The taxi stopped in front of a building

. After paying the fare, Ye Er helped Yang Ru out of the car. Wukong also flew out of the car. Looking around, they saw a three-story villa, quiet and dark, without a single light, appearing mysterious and eerie in the night.

"We're here, baby. This is my home, let's go upstairs." A strange smile appeared on Ye Er's lips.

Entering the room on the second floor, Ye Er laid Yang Ru flat on a snow-white bed. The bed was too white, spotless. The walls of the room were also white, even the wardrobe was dazzlingly white.

Ah, it really looked like a hospital ward. Wukong stopped on the windowsill, looking around the room. Hospital wards give a sense of peace and tranquility, but this room felt strange after entering; there seemed to be a faint smell of blood in the air.

"Ah, so beautiful! Baby, you are truly a masterpiece of nature!" Ye Er leaned down to look at Yang Ru on the snow-white sheets, sincerely praising her. Yang Ru lay on the bed, her eyes slightly closed, her face rosy, her breasts half-exposed, like a docile lamb awaiting slaughter.

"Unfortunately, beautiful girls are all show and no substance; their hearts are restless, they all like to attract attention

. You're the same, so I must perform a ritual to help you pass on, to liberate your soul..." Ye Er murmured to himself. He turned and walked to the white wardrobe, opened it, and changed into a snow-white doctor's coat. When he returned to the bedside, he was carrying a surgical kit. He opened the kit, revealing gleaming scalpels, scissors, gauze, and cotton wool.

"Baby, if you open your eyes, you'll see how complete my equipment is. Yes, I'm a very good surgeon. Don't worry, I won't let you feel any pain; my anatomical skills are unparalleled. Before you know it, your life will be elevated. To thank me, you'll surely want to spend a night with me, won't you? My dear baby, I will grant you this final wish." Ye Er preached like a pastor.

Then, he slowly and deliberately took off his coat, carefully folded it, and placed it on the ground. He then slowly removed his own clothes until he was completely naked. He was tall and thin, with sickly pale skin, as if he hadn't seen the sun in a long time. After stripping naked, he stood by the bed, staring intently at Yang Ru, like an artist admiring his beloved

work . Then, he sat on the edge of the bed and reached for Yang Ru's second button.

Wukong flew to the bedside, appearing just in time, and slapped him hard on the shoulder, shouting, "Hey, you audacious villain!"

Wukong's slap, due to extreme anger, was quite powerful; Ye Er's shoulder ached terribly, both painful and numb, as if a thousand ants were crawling on it. Startled, he turned his head and saw that this was the man who had approached him at the bar entrance! How had he followed him here without him noticing?

"Who...who are you? Why are you haunting me like a ghost?" Ye Er was terrified, as if he had seen a ghost. His eyes widened, staring at Wukong with utter terror. He tried to move, but half his body felt like it had fallen apart, and he couldn't muster any strength.

"I am Ox-Head and Horse-Face, sent by Yama, to snatch your soul," Wukong said coldly. "You've committed too many evils; it's time for you to descend to the eighteenth level of hell and enjoy yourself."

"I don't believe you. You're talking nonsense!" Ye Er said.

"Don't believe me? Look closely! See who I am?" Wukong said with a grin.

Ye Er looked closely and, oh my god, stood before him clearly a blue-faced, fanged demon soldier, holding a rattling iron chain. Ye Er's eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Chapter 101 Deep-seated Hatred

"What a coward! So cowardly, fainting like that, it doesn't match your title of murderous maniac at all!" Wukong curled his lip disdainfully and said, "At best, you're just a cowardly killer." He bent down and slapped his pale, bloodless face several times. "Crack, crack, crack," loud and satisfying.

Ye Er was slapped awake. Opening his eyes, he saw that the blue-faced, fanged demon was still standing in front of him. His eyes rolled back, and he was about to faint again.

Wukong quickly slapped him across the face again, saying, "Don't you dare faint again, or I'll beat you until you're completely awake!"

Perhaps frightened by Wukong's beatings, Ye Er gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and scrambled to his feet, kneeling before Wukong with a thud, repeatedly pleading, "Your Majesty, spare my life! Don't take me to see Yama!"

"No, I'm just a lowly ghost under Yama's command. Yama has ordered me to take you to see him. I can't show favoritism, otherwise I'll lose this good job! My wife and children in the underworld still need me to earn money to support them!" Wukong feigned helplessness.

"I'll give you money, all the money in the world!

As long as you don't take my life, I'll give you anything you want, including this villa." Ye Er remembered a proverb: Money makes the world go round. Even a little ghost is greedy, isn't it?

"Hahaha, my foot! What use are your money and this dilapidated house to me? They're utterly useless in the underworld!" Wukong laughed heartily. "I'll show you some leniency, but I need to ask you a few questions, and you must answer honestly. If you satisfy my curiosity, I might let you off the hook. You know, Yama meets with so many people every day; he won't even notice if you're missing. It's us lowly ghosts who truly decide your fate."

"That's right, that's right!" Ye Er nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice, flatteringly saying, "Your Majesty has the greatest power. Whether my worthless life can be saved depends entirely on Your Majesty's whim. Ask away, I promise to answer truthfully. My life is in Your Majesty's hands."

"Hmm, you're quite sensible. Alright, I'll ask you, what tricks did you use on the woman in bed? Why is she still so dazed?" Wukong asked.

"Oh, I added a little of my own concoction of sedatives to her drink. After taking it, she'll feel dizzy and lightheaded, like she's drunk. She'll be sober after an hour when the effects wear off, and there won't be any danger to her life," Ye Er said.

No wonder I was wondering why someone as calm and rational as Yang Ru could get drunk so easily. It turns out this guy tampered with it. If I hadn't discovered it in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Wukong felt a little scared just thinking about it.

"Are you so sure there won't be any danger to her life? What if you overdose?" Wukong was still worried and asked anxiously.

"No, I'm not bragging, I'm a highly skilled surgeon, and an authority on the preparation and use of anesthetics," Ye Er said with no small amount of pride.

"Oh, really? I didn't realize you were such an expert. I'm curious, since you're doing so well as a doctor, why did you go and kill people? As far as I know, you've already killed two young women, haven't you?" Wukong asked coldly.

“They all deserve to die!” Ye Er raised his head, his eyes flashing with malice, and said, “They are all restless

women who enjoy seducing men in bars, trampling on a sincere heart! I’m doing this to help them find peace!”

“Aren’t you being too extreme? According to you, every woman who goes to a bar should be stabbed by you?” Wukong found it unbelievable that such an unreasonable person existed in the world.

Ye Er’s eyes were filled with resentment, and he said bitterly, “I hate bars. My beloved Lily betrayed me in a bar, betrayed our vows of love…”

“Lily? Your girlfriend?” Wukong asked tentatively.

Ye Er lowered his head in anguish and said, “My fiancée. We were supposed to get married in six months, but one day she told me that she had slept with another man and was pregnant with his child. And that man was someone she met in a bar. I’ve known her for years, but it’s not as good as one night with that bastard…”

“So you hate all the women who walk into bars?” Wukong glanced at the box on the ground and said, “Do those women have some deep-seated hatred for you? You insulted them and even dismembered them, it’s outrageous! Even if you die ten times, it wouldn’t be enough to atone for your

sins!”

“I’m innocent, I’m acting on behalf of Heaven!” Ye Er raised his head, his gaze fervent and unwavering.

Wukong was furious. He kicked the man, sending him rolling on the ground several times, and roared, "Castrending you is the true act of upholding justice! Maybe I was wrong; I should have kicked you to death the moment I came in. Every minute a scum like you remains in this world is an insult to humanity!"

Wukong took a few steps forward, looking at the ugly, naked body at his feet, a wave of disgust washing over him. He raised his right foot, ready to stomp down.

Just then, Yang Ru on the bed let out a scream.

Wukong withdrew his raised right foot and looked down at the bed. He saw that Yang Ru had opened her eyes, staring blankly at him, her eyes filled with terror, as if she had seen a ghost.

Wukong slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing, "Oh dear, it must be my appearance that frightened her!" He quickly wiped his face, restoring his heroic appearance. Then, he hurriedly grabbed the clothes Ye Er had just taken off and covered Ye Er's ugly naked body. Turning to Yang Ru with a grin, he said, "Haha, beautiful lady, finally awake?"

Yang Ru had been quite frightened by his fierce face, but now that she saw that the person standing in front of her was none other than Sun Wukong, whom she had longed to see, she was overjoyed. Pressing her hand against her heaving chest, she exclaimed, "Oh dear, you almost scared me to death! Wukong, your pranks are getting more and more ingenious! It seems you won't stop until you scare me to death!"

“Hehe, I didn’t mean to scare you. I dressed up as a little ghost to scare that murderous devil. That guy is really despicable. If I hadn’t discovered him in time, you would probably be dead by now!” Wukong pointed to Ye Er lying on the ground.

Yang Ru sat up and shook her head vigorously, feeling her head heavy, like the dizziness after drinking. Looking around, the room was all white, like a hospital, and she couldn’t help but ask curiously, “Where am I now? Am I in a hospital?”

Wukong shook his head and said, “No. Let me tell you, you accidentally got into the bed of a pervert.”

“Ah…” Yang Ru let out another scream. She sprang up and stood straight on the ground, looking at herself. Except for the first button being unbuttoned, she was still relatively intact, and couldn’t help but

breathe a sigh of relief, saying, “Ah, not bad luck!”

“Indeed, not bad,” Wukong said. He opened the box at his feet, revealing gleaming scalpels and scissors that shone with a ghastly white light under the room's lamp. "He not only wanted to defile you, but he also wanted to cut you into pieces,"

Yang Ru shuddered. She hugged Wukong tightly, her frail body trembling in his arms, her voice shaking as she said, "It's terrifying! It looks like I'll practically turn into pieces of meat!"

"Don't be afraid, it's all over! Look, he's lying on the ground like a dead dog, he's no longer a threat to you," Wukong comforted her, gently stroking her back.

"Strange, how did I end up here with him?" Yang Ru said. "I remember we were chatting quite nicely."

"It's simple, he put a sleeping potion in your drink," Wukong explained.

"How despicable!" Yang Ru said through gritted teeth. "That beastly bastard, he actually used such a low-down method."

"Are you filled with resentment right now?" Wukong asked.

"Of course, I wish I could tear him

to pieces !" Yang Ru said through gritted teeth.

"Alright, he's defenseless now, do whatever you want with him!" Wukong kicked the box on the ground and said with a grin, "If you need a knife, we have one ready."

"No need, I'll go kick him a few times to vent my anger." Yang Ru put on her shoes, stormed over, and kicked Ye Er hard in the thigh. Ye Er cried out in pain and quickly pulled his legs back. The clothes covering his lower body slipped to the ground, revealing his sickly pale naked body.

"Oh dear, how ugly!" Yang Ru blushed and turned her head away, saying to Wukong, "Let's call the police. Otherwise, we'll dirty my feet!"

Chapter 102 Acting Skills First-Class

Yang Ru called the police. Not long after, the piercing sound of police sirens rang out downstairs, sounding particularly abrupt in the quiet night. Wukong looked out from the floor-to-ceiling window of the room and saw five or six police cars parked downstairs, with a group of fully armed police officers jumping out, as if facing a major enemy. At the center of the police force stood Director Zheng, his belly protruding. "Heh, he's personally come!" Wukong chuckled inwardly.

A van sped up behind, screeching to a halt in front of the building. The screech of brakes was short and sharp, particularly jarring in the stillness of the night. Wukong looked closely and saw the words "TV Station Interview Vehicle" written on the van's windshield. Before the van had even come to a complete stop, a man carrying a handheld camera jumped out.

"Haha, a whole bunch of police have arrived. Damn it, the guy's already caught, is this all the fuss?" Wukong found the scene outside amusing.

“It’s understandable. This psychopathic killer has been a major headache for the police department, and the public is very concerned. Now that the case has been solved, they naturally want to make a good impression.” Yang Ru also leaned over, looking out the window, and said, “Hey, the TV station

colleagues are here too. They’re really fast. If I’m not mistaken, it must have been the police station who provided the tip. This is a perfect publicity opportunity for the police department.”

The police officers got into position, guns loaded, ready and waiting. The TV reporters also promptly turned on their handheld cameras, trying not to miss any minor details.

A policeman raised a megaphone and shouted, "Attention, you inside! You're surrounded! Resistance means certain death! Put down your weapons, raise your hands, and come out immediately. If there's no movement in one minute, we'll storm in!"

Wukong flung open the window and yelled at the police outside, "Old Zheng, what are you doing? I've already beaten the criminal to a pulp! Why aren't you coming in? Do you want me to write an invitation?"

The fat, burly police chief, surnamed Zheng, saw Wukong and heard his shouts. He quickly told the TV reporter, "Ignore his words. Be careful, it might be a trap. Everyone be vigilant. Follow the established procedures and record the video!"

Several policemen burst through the door, guns drawn, and filed in. They went up to the second floor, kicked open the door, and quickly entered the room. Several policemen pounced on the unconscious Ye Er and firmly held her down.

The reporter following behind recorded this thrilling scene.

"Dear viewers, the case of the serial killer that has garnered so much public attention has finally seen a breakthrough today! What you are witnessing now is a moving scene of the police bravely apprehending the criminal. Thanks to the police's lightning-fast raid, the suspect has been subdued. The two people standing next to the suspect are citizens who provided clues to the police. Now, let's interview these two citizens who provided important clues... Yang Ru?" The male reporter holding the microphone was very surprised to see Yang Ru.

Yang Ru smiled and looked at him.

"What are you doing here?" the male reporter asked.

"Why can't I be here?" Yang Ru smiled and asked him back, saying, "I'm assisting the police in catching the criminal!"

Director Zheng had also entered and, seeing the male reporter's expression, asked, "Do you know her?"

"Of course I know her, Yang Ru is a colleague of ours at the TV station," the male reporter introduced.

"Haha, we're all old acquaintances. Old Zheng, we meet again! The police chief personally led the team to arrest the suspect, that's pretty impressive! I admire you police officers, your acting skills are top-notch, absolutely brilliant! However, I must remind you, that guy has already passed out, you don't need to hold him down, he can't run away." Wukong gave a thumbs up and teased.

"Hehe, we have to keep up appearances, otherwise the citizens will laugh at us cops for being useless!" Chief Zheng whispered in Wukong's ear, a sheepish smile on his face. "How did you catch him?"

"Hehe, it's a long story, the twists and turns are too much to recount in three days and three nights. To put it simply, we used a honey trap to lure him in, and this honey trap wasn't me, it was Yang Ru." Wukong pointed at Yang Ru and asked, "I've helped you solve another big case, I should be qualified for a Good Citizen Award, right?"

"Of course, of course! Mr. Sun is not only a good citizen, but also a detective who doesn't want to make a name for himself. If you were to join the police force, all the criminals would probably be out of a job!" Chief Zheng said, half-seriously and half-jokingly.

"Would you welcome me?" Wukong asked with a grin.

"Of course I would! I'd love to! I'm just afraid the police station is too small to accommodate such a great bodhisattva like you. If Mr. Sun is interested, he can come and be my deputy." Chief Zheng said seriously.

"I don't like being a deputy; I'll

be the boss!" Wukong said with a grin.

Director Zheng was speechless, his face slightly embarrassed.

"Hehe, I was just joking. With a temper like mine, how could I possibly do this job? In less than two days, I'd have your police station in complete chaos!" Wukong said dismissively. But secretly, he felt a little smug, thinking to himself, "This police chief position should be more interesting than being a stable boy, right?"

The two were chatting and laughing, while Yang Ru was recounting the incident to her reporter colleague. She spoke with great enthusiasm, seemingly having completely forgotten the tension from before. The male reporter listened intently, exclaiming, "Yang Ru, your experience was truly thrilling! I've already thought of tomorrow's headline: 'Female Reporter Ventures Alone into Wolf's Den, Sun Wukong Bravely Captures Sexual Devil.' How about that? Soon you'll be a lone hero admired by everyone."

"Wouldn't that be a bit much? I just did what I should have done; it's not worth publicizing. It's better to be humble," Yang Ru said modestly.

"No, that's how it should be written. You've brought honor to our journalism community; it's a glory for us journalists," the male reporter said proudly.

"Hehe, don't forget our valiant police force!" Director Zheng walked over, patting the male reporter on the shoulder affectionately.

“Of course. The heroic figures of the police are everywhere. And Director Zheng, your personal efforts are even more indelible.” The male reporter understood and quickly reassured Director Zheng.

Director Zheng laughed heartily, reached out and firmly grasped the male reporter's hand, saying emotionally, “You’re absolutely right! You’re a truly capable reporter! On behalf of all the officers in the police station, I thank you for your support of our work!” Turning to Yang Ru, he grasped her small hand and said, “I also thank you very much, Ms. Yang, you have made a great contribution to solving this major case!”

Several policemen woke the suspect up. He opened his eyes, looked at the room full of policemen, and was completely bewildered.

“Where am I now? Are there policemen even in hell?” Ye Er murmured.

“You’re under arrest!” The policemen handcuffed him.

“Being arrested is good, being arrested is good!” the guy muttered.

“This guy must be terrified, he’s talking nonsense.” One of the policemen said with a smile, and several people pulled the suspect

to his feet.

The man stopped, saw Sun Wukong beside him, and his face showed extreme terror. He pointed at Wukong and repeatedly said, "Ghost! There's a ghost!"

"Ghost? In broad daylight, where are there ghosts?" Wukong pretended to look around blankly and asked in confusion. He added, "There are no ghosts in the world. It's because you have a ghost in your heart that you have this illusion."

"It's not an illusion, it's real! He's a ghost! Officer, arrest him quickly! He's a vengeful ghost that specifically snatches people's souls!" Ye Er looked terrified, like a stray dog.

"Stop with your act! Don't try to play tricks! Do you think you can escape the law by pretending to be crazy? You're dreaming! I've seen this trick too many times!" Director Zheng pushed him and said, "If you keep pretending to be crazy, you'll be in for a world of hurt when you get back to the police station!"

Chapter 103 Super Fan

By 7 p.m., the Century Fighting Club was already packed. All 20,000 seats were occupied, and many burly security guards holding batons stood in the aisles. Those were temporary hires by Boss Cai. Considering many spectators were fans of Sun Wukong, and that a loss by Sun Wukong might cause a disturbance, he took precautions.

To enhance the entertainment, Boss Cai also arranged pre-match entertainment, starting at 7 PM and lasting 45 minutes. The advertisements claimed it was unprecedented and breathtaking, so the audience arrived early to feast their eyes.

Boss Cai, beaming, greeted acquaintances present. Looking around, the best and most expensive seats near the boxing ring were occupied by wealthy and influential people, regulars of the club. Boss Cai knew that about 70-80% of the bets tonight would come from them.

While the pre-match betting situation differed somewhat from his expectations—with bets on James winning overwhelmingly favoring him—the additional betting options meant that if Sun Wukong could hold out for the first five rounds, the club would not only have

substantial ticket revenue but also make a fortune from the betting market. Therefore, he had coordinated with the referee beforehand, instructing him to control the pace of the match and try to drag it out to the sixth round. He and the club's think tank had thoroughly analyzed the situation. While Sun Wukong's strength was likely inferior to James', his agility, particularly his leaping nimbleness in the Water Curtain Cave, meant that if he performed well, it wasn't impossible for him to survive the first five rounds.

Of course, even if Sun Wukong couldn't win, the bets on his victory, though only around 40 million, were still high at 1 to 18. A 30 million bet would result in a loss of over 700 million, meaning not only ticket revenue would be lost, but also money from his own pocket.

Could Sun Wukong win? Boss Cai confidently shook his head. A quick glance at the introductions of the two on the big screen provided a clear answer.

James, nicknamed "Great White Shark," is an American professional boxer, 188 cm tall and weighing 198 kg. His past record is 66 wins and 0 losses in 66 fights, with 66 knockout victories and a 100% KO rate.

Sun Wukong, a movie martial arts star, possesses unfathomable martial arts skills. He stands 179 centimeters tall and weighs 92 kilograms. His past record is zero; this is his first boxing match.

"Old Wang, you're here so early," said Boss Cai, shaking the hand of a large man. "You look radiant, like a lucky star is shining brightly!" This Old Wang is a real estate tycoon with abundant funds and a regular at the club, often making impressive moves. Moreover, he seems to have good luck, frequently achieving success.

"Hahaha, Old Cai, you're giving me money, I, Wang, dare not refuse!" Old Wang laughed heartily, looking confident.

"How much did you bet tonight?" Boss Cai whispered in his ear.

"Not much, twenty million, bet on James to win before the fifth round." Old Wang chuckled slyly, "Odds of 1 to 8, my bank account will see another 160 million come in tonight. Old Cai, you're really generous with this gift!"

"Haha, Old Wang, best of luck! We all make money together, and I'm happy for you as your brother!" Boss Cai said with a generous laugh.

"But, this money

comes , don't you feel a little heartache?" Old Wang said with a forced smile.

"Hehe, not at all! I'm happy to give you what's rightfully yours. Besides, the fun of boxing matches is like football matches—the outcome is unpredictable. There are no absolute winners or losers, and there are often unexpected surprises. Perhaps Sun Wukong won't fall or even win the first five rounds? Who can say for sure? You know, the match is decided in ten rounds," Boss Cai said calmly. Actually, he was a little uneasy. Old Wang's opinion represented the views of many big spenders, whose perspectives were quite professional. Those who supported Sun Wukong were mostly his fans, driven by fervor, with reason and composure largely ignored. At

seven o'clock sharp, the performance began. First up were two burly men, as strong as rhinoceroses, shirtless, performing wrestling. Their performance was energetic, their movements realistic and comical, making the audience roar with laughter, the entire arena filled with waves of laughter.

Two people in the audience particularly caught his eye. One was a chubby, white man with small eyes, an unusually large mouth, and lips

as thick as two roasted sausages. He laughed the loudest and clapped without restraint. Although his clothes were relatively neat, they couldn't hide his rustic air. Beside this rough and clumsy man sat a charming and alluring woman, with bright eyes, white teeth, and a rosy face. This scene evokes the poignant image of "a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung." By now, you probably already know who these two are.

Yes, that man is Zhu Bajie (Pigsy), and his Japanese sweetheart, Hanai Miri. They arrived early to reserve their seats. The comical performance of the two burly men had them laughing uncontrollably.

"Darling, the competition is about to start, aren't you even a little worried?" Hanai Miri looked at Bajie's beaming face, seemingly carefree, and couldn't help but feel a little concerned.

"Big Pear, what's there to worry about?" Bajie asked, puzzled. He liked to call her "Big Pear," it was both descriptive and easy to pronounce.

"What if... Sun Wukong loses the competition? Twenty-one million! He can't earn that back in a lifetime. And twenty million of that was borrowed." Hanai Miri said worriedly.

"

Who says Sun Wukong will lose? He'll definitely win!" A little girl next to him argued, her face flushed.

"Haha, even this little girl thinks highly of Sun Wukong, what are you worried about? Little girl, you really have good taste. What's your name?" Bajie turned his head to answer her.

"My name is Yang Zhijuan, you can call me Xiaojuan." Because they shared a common idol, Yang Zhijuan felt a great liking for the man in front of her.

"Xiaojuan, you're so young, are you betting like everyone else?" Bajie looked at the girl in front of him, no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. How could she be gambling? Kids these days are so precocious.

"No. I don't have money to bet. It's my dad. He bet 40,000 yuan to support Sun Wukong to win the competition!" Yang Zhijuan said proudly .

"Your dad? Where is he?" Bajie looked around, but couldn't see any man who looked like her father beside her.

"Hehe, he's outside the gate, he hasn't come in." Yang Zhijuan said with a smile, "My dad is really supportive of Sun Wukong. He sold the house for 50,000 yuan, and he basically spent it all on this competition!"

Bajie was shocked to hear this. Someone actually sold their house to support Sun Wukong. It seems Sun Wukong is really popular. He almost

had an impulse to go and meet Xiaojuan's father right away, hug him, and encourage each other.

"Xiaojuan, what belief makes you so sure that Sun Wukong will win?" Bajie asked admiringly.

“Sun Wukong is a hero! All the students at our school idolize him. Today's news even said he helped the police catch that psychopathic killer! His image in my mind is even more admirable! After the boxing match, I definitely want him to sign my autograph. Look, I've even prepared my little vest!” Yang Zhijuan waved the pale yellow vest she was holding in front of Bajie, speaking wistfully.

Hehe, if only I, Old Pig, were this popular with little girls, I'd sign “Pigsy” on all their vests, the bigger the better. Bajie, lost in his daydreams, practically drooling, said, “I…I'll sign it for you.”

“You? Hehehe, you're joking.” Yang Zhijuan laughed until she could barely breathe.

Bajie, a little embarrassed by her laughter, said awkwardly, “I mean, I'll give your vest to Sun Wukong and have him sign it for you. I know him very well.”

The little girl looked at him with extreme

suspicion.

"Don't believe me? We argue all the time, we've been arguing for hundreds of years!" Bajie declared fervently.

Yang Zhijuan burst into another astonishing laugh. After a long while, she stopped laughing and said, "No need for you to trouble yourself, I'll hand him the autograph myself. Ah, I really long to see him up close..." Her gaze was fervent and yearning.

The two burly men finished their performance and left amidst the laughter of the audience. Next up was a thin man, not very tall, shirtless, revealing chocolate-colored skin, with a red silk ribbon tied around his waist. He carried a gleaming broadsword, walked onto the stage, clasped his hands in a salute to the audience, and announced loudly, "Today my performance is 'The Broadsword Pierces the Intestines.'"

A gasp rippled through the audience.

Chapter 104 Sweating Profusely

The audience below held their breath, watching the thin man on stage. He tightened the red silk cloth around his waist, squatted down, focused his mind, and then, gripping the hilt of his sword, raised it high and plunged it into his abdomen. The half-meter-long blade pierced through his body, the tip going through his spine, and one could almost see drops of blood blooming at the tip.

"Ah!" A gasp of surprise rippled through the audience, followed by a deathly silence. Everyone was stunned by the tragic scene before them, their eyes wide as they stared at the lean man on the field. He stood steadily, slightly bent over, his expression calm, without collapsing.

The silence in the arena was exactly what he had expected, the ideal effect he had hoped for. He smiled slightly, and with both hands, he pulled the sword out cleanly and decisively. After pulling the sword out, he raised his hands and waved to the audience.

"Whoosh!" The entire arena erupted in thunderous applause, interspersed with a few screams. Some timid girls buried their faces in their hands, unable to watch any longer. "It's incredible! Absolutely unbelievable! A human

body , made of flesh and blood, can be pierced by a half-meter-long steel knife, and the person remains unharmed. Who would believe such a miracle if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes? Could that steel knife be a magic prop?"

As if to dispel the audience's doubts, another man brought up a thick piece of wood and stood it upright. The lean man swiftly swung the knife, and the wood split in two.

Another round of enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience. A bold young man ran up to the stage, touched the steel knife, then picked up the wooden stake and tried it out. He then gave a thumbs-up to the audience, stuck out his tongue in conviction, and made a face.

"It's amazing! The world is truly full of wonders!" Hanai Miri exclaimed sincerely, her hands on her chest. Her large breasts were still heaving rapidly from the shock.

"It's probably just an illusion," Bajie said dismissively. Although he had clapped enthusiastically just now, he still had some doubts afterward.

"What illusion? That's real skill! Look, it looks like blood is dripping from the tip of his knife," Hanai Miri argued.

"Yes, it looks real, I'm confused too," Bajie said helplessly, rubbing his temples.

In contrast to the excitement on the field, the locker room was a completely different scene.

Wukong was fast asleep on the mattress, snoring loudly. On another bed next to him lay the tall and muscular James, with his good friend and coach Ed standing beside him, gently massaging him.

"Look, Sun Wukong is sleeping so soundly, as if he doesn't need any preparation, seemingly very confident. This guy is really mysterious. James, don't underestimate him when you go on stage!" Ed carefully advised. "

Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I'm in great shape today, full of energy. I won't give him any more chances!" James said confidently.

"Follow our original strategy, get as close as possible and deliver the fatal blow with your heavy punch," Ed whispered in his ear.

Just then, a young female staff member walked in and said, "Mr. James, it's your turn! Mr. Sun Wukong, please get ready too."

"Okay, got it!" James jumped up and stretched. Looking at Sun Wukong beside him, still fast asleep, seemingly oblivious to the staff member's instructions, he shook his head with pity and said, "Good heavens, he looks like he hasn't slept for days!"

Wukong wasn't faking it; he was genuinely sleepy. Last night, after being tormented by that psychopathic killer, and then drinking for several hours at the Happy Valley bar, it was already past 3 a.m. when he finally got back to the hotel and lay down.

"Hey, Mr. Sun, wake up, get ready, it's almost your turn!" the staff member whispered beside his bed.

"Okay, don't disturb me," Wukong turned his head and continued sleeping.

"You can't sleep anymore! Look, Mr. James has already gone out, and it's your turn to go on stage soon!" The staff member raised their voice a few decibels.

"Ugh, you're so long-winded!" Wukong opened his eyes impatiently, looking at her name tag. "No wonder you're so long-winded at such a young age, even your name sounds old-fashioned, Ye Dianxian!"

"You're the one who sounds like an old woman!" Ye Dianxian's face flushed red with anger. She

abandoned all manners, stomped her foot, and huffed, "I already called you, get up if you want!" She turned and walked out of the lounge.

"Heh, quite a temper." Wukong made a face as he watched her angrily turn away.

The arena's loudspeaker began introducing Sun Wukong: "Next up is our very familiar martial arts superstar, Sun Wukong. Let's welcome him with a warm round of applause!"

All eyes were fixed on the lounge entrance, anticipating the appearance of that handsome figure. However, a long time passed without any movement.

Ye Dianxian dashed into the lounge like an arrow.

"Haha, perhaps everyone's applause isn't warm enough, our hero and idol is unwilling to show himself yet!" The commentator's emotional voice rang out over the loudspeaker.

The applause from the audience grew even louder, echoing across the arena like waves.

Amidst the applause, Sun Wukong finally appeared, followed by a grumpy Ye Dianxian. He raised both hands and waved to the audience. But once on stage, he couldn't help but let out a long yawn.

The audience chuckled good-naturedly.

Many people were calling Wukong's

name . Wukong's ears were exceptionally sharp; he recognized a very familiar voice among the shouts. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw Situ Yu, wearing a red top, waving at him, with her inseparable companion Liu Yueyue beside her.

Wukong also raised his right hand, smiling and waving to them.

"Big Brother, cheer up!" Zhu Bajie's hoarse and rough voice stood out among the many voices. He was worried; Wukong looked like he had just woken up, his condition far inferior to the energetic James beside him! He wished he could rush onto the stage immediately to encourage Wukong.

Why was this pighead so nervous? It's like he's never seen me before. He's seen my skills before, what's the big deal about a mere foreign devil? Good, I'll give him a fright and make him break out in a cold sweat! Wukong's mischievous streak kicked in, and he decided to play a trick on Zhu Bajie. "

Brother, give it your all! Buddha, bless Brother Bajie to victory!" Zhu Bajie muttered to himself, more devoutly than if he were chanting sutras before the Buddha. His small eyes were wide open, fixed intently on the action on the stage.

"Darling, relax, you're too nervous." Hanai Miri beside him reached out and placed her hand in his large palm. Bajie gripped it tightly.

"You're hurting my hand!" Hanai Miri frowned slightly.

"Hehe, sorry." Bajie loosened his grip a little.

"Your palms are sweaty." Hanai Miri took out a tissue and wiped the sweat from his face, saying, "Your face too. Are you hot?"

"Yes, it's very hot. The air conditioning in this arena is terrible!" Bajie raised his sleeve and vigorously wiped his face, saying angrily. He turned to Yang Zhijuan beside him and asked, "Aren't you right, little sister?"

Yang Zhijuan was focused on watching Wukong and didn't hear Bajie's question.

Chapter 105 Expressive

After putting on the boxing gloves, Wukong felt a little uncomfortable. Although he knew before the match that he had to wear boxing gloves, and these gloves were thin and small, so they didn't feel cumbersome, it was the first time Wukong had worn them, and he still felt strange. He thought, "Fighting is fighting, why are there so many weird rules?" Did he have to carry these boxing gloves around when he fought? And what about the three-minute rounds with a one-minute break after each round? These rules were ridiculous and boring. It would be better to just finish the match in one go.

"Can I not wear it?" Wukong asked the referee in the black suit beside him. The referee looked at him with surprise, his expression blank, and said, "No, this is a pre-match rule, and it cannot be changed at the last minute. All the rules have been announced before the match, and I hope you will abide by them!"

"Okay, I've memorized them all." Wukong nodded, indicating that he was ready.

The gong for the first round sounded. The referee held Wukong and James's hands together and gave a muffled command: "Start!"

The two immediately separated. James jumped rhythmically, his sharp eyes

fixed on Wukong, frequently making probing attacks with left straight punches. Wukong simply moved his feet slowly, raising his arms to block James's straight punches. James was secretly pleased. Judging from his opponent's footwork and clumsy blocking, he had obviously not undergone systematic training and only had strength; he shouldn't be a threat.

Emboldened, James lunged forward and threw a right uppercut at Wukong's face. Wukong took a step back, barely dodging the right uppercut. James moved with incredible speed. His right hook failed, and his muscular body slumped downwards, supporting himself on his left foot while his right leg swept swiftly towards Wukong's feet.

Wukong chuckled inwardly, "Goodness, he's even using a sweeping leg!" Wukong neither dodged nor evaded, taking the kick head-on. A crisp "bang" rang out as the two legs collided heavily. James's shin felt as if it had struck an iron pillar, incredibly hard. Although his right leg was well-trained, it was severely injured, numb and throbbing with pain. He bent over, clutching his right shin, his face contorted in agony.

Wukong, however, was unharmed. Although James's

kick had used ninety percent of its power, against Wukong's indestructible body, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree—a mere scratch. He feigned injury, grimacing and his expression of pain even more exaggerated than James's.

The audience gasped in surprise. Everyone had clearly seen the collision; it seemed the kick Wukong received was incredibly powerful. Seeing Wukong stand firmly on the stage, not falling down, was truly remarkable and earned him even more admiration. After the initial gasps, the audience erupted in thunderous applause.

"Sun Wukong, well done!"

"Hold on, don't fall!"

"Keep going! Keep going!"

Amidst the encouragement, shouts of "Fall down! Fall down!" were common, undoubtedly the voices of high rollers who had placed their bets on James.

James, clutching his foot, paused for a few seconds, secretly astonished. His iron leg could break a tree stump as thick as a bowl with a single kick; how could Wukong stand upright after being kicked in the leg?

Having suffered a silent defeat, James dared not attack rashly. He raised his still slightly aching

right leg and launched a long-range attack on Wukong. Wukong remained unmoved, casually blocking the incoming right foot with his hand, and letting his shoulder or chest take the blows if he couldn't block it. On the surface, James seemed to have the upper hand, occasionally landing flying kicks on Wukong. But with each contact, James's right foot intensified its pain. He grew increasingly apprehensive, eventually becoming afraid to put any force into his kick, only lightly touching the ground before immediately withdrawing his foot, afraid to make a direct impact.

Wukong, however, put on a very convincing performance, his face contorted with emotion. Every time James's foot touched his body, he would cry out in pain, "Ouch!"

Seeing their idol suffer, his fans felt heartbroken, especially Yang Zhijuan, whose eyes were tense and focused. The kicks Wukong received felt less like kicks to his body and more like kicks to her heart. With each of Wukong's cries of "Ouch! Ouch!", tears welled up in her eyes.

Beside him, Pigsy was also secretly sweating. He was a little frustrated; his eldest brother seemed to be in terrible shape today, his steps were clumsy, and

he destined to be beaten. If this continued, the consequences were unimaginable. Just as they were feeling anxious, the final gong of the first round sounded, and Wukong and James returned to their respective corners to rest.

Pigsy couldn't sit still any longer. He jumped up from his seat, bypassed several security guards, and quickly walked to Wukong's side. He anxiously asked Wukong in the ring, "Elder brother, did you take some kind of 'muscle-weakening drug' today? Why are you just taking hits without any counterattack? Big brother, Ancestor, Grandpa Sun, I beg you, cheer up!"

Sun Wukong yawned again and said, "I'm too sleepy, I really can't muster the energy! I can't fight this match, I'm 90% going to lose!"

Upon hearing this, Pigsy felt as if his heart had fallen into an ice cellar. He cried, his face contorted with despair, "Brother, please have mercy! Don't leave me with a dead end!" He was so anxious he almost knelt before Wukong on the spot.

"Alas, Pigsy, I want to win too, but I'm powerless!" Wukong sighed, frowning.

On the other side, Ed was also yelling at James, "James, what's wrong with you? You can't even control a great situation! Your kicks are weak and powerless, especially the last few, they were just barely touching the target. Do you think this is an exhibition match?"

James sat on the ground, holding his right foot, and said helplessly, "What a joke! Do you think I didn't want to knock him down? You don't know, his body is like steel. Every time I kick him, my foot gets hurt again." He held out his right foot for Ed to see. Sure enough, his right leg below the knee was visibly swollen, and his fair skin was covered in bruises.

Ed was greatly surprised and said sympathetically, "I'm sorry, I thought you were underestimating your opponent!"

James could only smile bitterly.

"Could he have mastered the legendary Iron Shirt skill? That's troublesome," Ed said worriedly. He was quite knowledgeable in martial arts and combat, but he had only read about the Iron Shirt skill in books and had never witnessed it firsthand. Therefore, he was skeptical about whether Wukong had truly mastered it. Wukong seemed to be struggling to withstand James's kicks just now; he was probably just putting up a brave front.

"Don't use your feet anymore. Use your fists to strike his face hard. I don't believe his face can be made of steel!"

Ed advised James.

"Hmm, I understand. That's what I think too!" James nodded, indicating his acceptance.

The second gong sounded, and Wukong lazily stood up. Bajie kept urging, "Big Brother, cheer up! Get a good night's sleep after you win."

Wukong chuckled inwardly. This pighead had really been fooled. Judging from his nervousness, if he lost the match, he'd probably jump off the nineteenth floor. Hey, who taught him to entrust his fate to someone else? This period of fear and anxiety was something he deserved.

Chapter 106 A Twist of Fate

The second round had just begun when James rallied, launching a close-range attack, unleashing powerful punches from both sides. The audience could almost hear the whooshing wind from the blows. Wukong seemed a bit exhausted from defending; several times James's fists grazed his cheeks, but he managed to dodge them all, seemingly with good luck.

Wukong was actually quite relaxed at this moment; his tense demeanor was merely a ploy to tease Bajie. He moved his body with ease, seemingly dodging James's dazzling attacks with great suspense, making the fans in the audience hold their breath.

James was in a frenzy; seeing several attacks almost succeed, he felt a pang of regret, but then regained his confidence. Looking at Wukong, who seemed to be struggling, he couldn't help but feel a surge of joy, and his fists swung even more fiercely.

"James, come on! Sun Wukong is about to fall to the ground! Give him a heavy punch!" A middle-aged man stood up and shouted excitedly. This guy had probably placed a huge bet on James, and now seeing James' victory in sight, he was so happy he was dancing with joy, his cheers booming with energy.

Countless

water bottles flew towards him. The middle-aged man quickly sat down, protecting his head with his hands, but he still got hit by about a dozen water bottles. One of them was thrown by Pigsy. He wasn't satisfied with just throwing the water bottles, angrily cursing, "Damn it, what kind of foul mouth do you have! If Sun Wukong loses, I'll be the first to rake you to death!" After cursing, he realized he hadn't used his rake in a long time; that precious treasure was sleeping soundly in the Thunderclap Temple. He should have brought it with him; now it would come in handy.

Luckily, he shut up in time, otherwise Pigsy really would have wanted to fight him.

"Sun Wukong, give it your all! We're rooting for you!" Pigsy stood up and shouted loudly. His voice was loud enough to drown out the noise of the arena.

Unexpectedly, Pigsy's shout resonated like a tidal wave, the arena filled with cheers for Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong felt a surge of warmth in his heart. With so many spectators cheering him on, he couldn't just try to tease Pigsy and cause them worry. A man should act when necessary.

Besides, James was pushing his luck, launching wave after wave of fierce attacks. Wasn't this a case of mistaking a weak tiger for a

weak one? If he didn't show him what he was made of, they'd think he was just a paper tiger!

James, unaware of Wukong's thoughts, was still determined to win in one fell swoop. He threw a right straight punch at Wukong, but this time Wukong didn't dodge. Instead, he grabbed James's fist with his right hand and pulled him forward. James couldn't stop his momentum and lunged forward. Wukong sidestepped and delivered an elbow strike, landing squarely on James's neck. The heavy blow sent James crashing to the ground.

Wukong's elbow strike, though seemingly effortless, actually carried immense force. So, after James crashed to the ground, he remained motionless.

The audience was stunned by this sudden turn of events; it was unimaginable. James had been dominating the game, so why did he fall so easily after Wukong's counterattack? And he looked seriously injured.

"One, two, three, four..." the referee began the countdown. He deliberately counted very slowly, hoping James would get back up and continue fighting. Boss Cai had instructed him beforehand to control the pace of the game, specifically emphasizing favoring James, because if

Wukong won, Boss Cai's losses would be severe.

However, James, of course, was unaware of the referee's intentions and remained lying motionless on the ground. As the referee slowly counted to six, the final gong of the second game sounded. The referee was overjoyed and loudly announced, "Because the final gong of the second round has sounded, the match is not yet decided. After a short break, the third round will continue!"

The referee didn't announce the length of the break, as he wasn't sure if James would wake up and be ready to fight again in a short time.

An uproar erupted in the stands. Some spectators protested that the referee had cheated, deliberately delaying the count when the ten seconds had already passed. A few hot-tempered individuals even rushed to the edge of the boxing ring to argue loudly with the referee. However, protests aside, the referee was the emperor in the ring; his word was law, and his decisions had absolute authority.

James was carried to a corner. Boss Cai, accompanied by a doctor, hurriedly walked onto the stage to examine him. The doctor sprayed painkillers on his neck and massaged him for a while. Finally, James opened his eyes.

Boss Cai was overjoyed, looking at James's dejected eyes, and said hopefully, "How are you? Keep fighting, victory is yours."

James sat up and looked around. Many eager eyes were fixed on him. He tried to move his body; apart from a slight pain in his neck, he seemed to be fine. So he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm okay, I can still fight!" But he had no confidence at all. He remembered the moment when Wukong grabbed his fist with his palm; his fist seemed to be attracted by a huge magnetic field, completely out of his control. With just a slight pull, his body involuntarily lurched forward. Just how much strength did Wukong have? It was truly unfathomable.

Boss Cai breathed a huge sigh of relief. The pale faces around him gradually regained their color.

"James, when Sun Wukong grabbed your hand, you should have taken a step forward and raised your knee to attack him, but you didn't! Your reaction was too slow!" Ed was very dissatisfied with James's performance.

"I... my fist was grabbed by his hand, and I couldn't break free at all!" James honestly admitted.

"Really? The strength in your hand is at least

five hundred kilograms, and he managed to control it so firmly? He's really terrifying!" Ed was extremely surprised. He initially thought James was making excuses for his earlier loss, but a closer look at James's expression suggested he wasn't lying. Could it be that Sun Wukong possessed incredible divine power?

"In the next game, don't rush into attacks. Try to maintain distance and maneuver around him, avoiding direct confrontations. Wear him down, then counterattack when the opportunity arises. I think his stamina is inferior to yours; the longer it drags on, the greater your chances of winning," Ed analyzed.

James nodded helplessly. This was undoubtedly a stopgap measure; the current situation was indeed dire, bordering on hopeless. Alternatively, he could try to wear down his opponent with his extraordinary stamina.

James felt somewhat helpless. He was always an avid attacker, and now being forced to constantly dodge felt frustrating and humiliating. But to win, this was the only option.

On the other side, Pigsy trotted over to Monkey King, excitedly saying, "Brother Monkey, you're amazing! I really want to give you a kiss!"

Monkey King chuckled and said, "No need, you pig-headed idiot, you

never brush your teeth. If you kissed me, I'd be sick of it for at least a month."

Several girls nearby giggled.

Pigsy blushed and said sheepishly, "Brother Monkey, you always like to expose people's shortcomings. I've changed now, and I brush my teeth when I remember. Brother Monkey, thank goodness I led the way in cheering you on, otherwise you wouldn't have performed so well. Don't worry, I'll cheer you on for the next competition as always!" Hehe, Pigsy never forgot to mention his own contributions.

"Cheering isn't really necessary, your loud voice is really hurting my ears. After the competition, you treat us to a drink," Monkey King said with a grin. He thought to himself, with Pigsy's stingy nature, asking him to spend real money on a treat would probably hurt him more than cutting off a piece of his own flesh.

"Alright, no problem! I, Old Pig, will host this celebratory feast for you, Senior Brother!" Pigsy said readily, somewhat surprising Monkey.

The situation in the third
round

changed significantly. James used his skillful footwork to move around Monkey, trying to avoid physical contact. James was a seasoned boxer, with many ways to protect himself and know how to control the pace of the match. Besides passively moving around, he occasionally feinted, so the match wasn't too dull. Monkey

chuckled inwardly, thinking that James wasn't stupid after all. After suffering a few losses, he had become much smarter, actually changing his strategy to use the "drag" tactic to wear down Monkey's stamina and wait for a counterattack. Haha, he doesn't know that I, Old Sun, get stronger with each battle. I could fight for three days and three nights without even closing my eyes. However, Wukong was, after all, a man of little patience. He thought, rather than wasting time like this, it would be better to end the game early and have a few drinks with Bajie.

Having made up his mind, Wukong seemed to already smell the enticing aroma of wine. He moved with lightning speed, leaving the audience dazzled, unable to even see Wukong's shadow, only a dazzling ball of light spinning around on the stage. Before they could even see what was happening, James's

massive body was already lifted high above his head by Wukong's hands, spun seven or eight times. His hands moved back and forth, occasionally tossing the object in

the air, more graceful than an Indian man's pancake-making performance. The referee was stunned, never expecting James's heavy body to spin like a windmill in Wukong's hands. It took him a while to recover and try to stop him, but Wukong released his hands, and James's body crashed heavily onto the boxing ring. The fall was quite severe; James writhed a few times on the ring, then lay there motionless.

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the audience. Most of the crowd stood up excitedly, raising their hands and shouting for Wukong.

The referee reluctantly began the countdown, and the audience loudly joined in, watching their watches. As the referee slowly counted to "ten," the audience had already counted to "thirty." James struggled a few times, but finally gave up completely. The referee's face was ashen; he glanced at Boss Cai, who now looked like a wilted eggplant, listless and dejected. The referee looked at him for his opinion, but Boss Cai seemed

oblivious , his gaze fixed blankly elsewhere.

The referee reluctantly raised Wukong's right hand. Another thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the audience, interspersed with frustrated curses and sighs.

Wukong jumped off the stage to accept the congratulations. Bajie had already left his seat and ran over to hug Wukong, exclaiming joyfully, "Brother, I love you to death!"

Wukong pushed him away, frowning, and said, "Get away! Men shouldn't touch each other like that! Behave yourself, everyone's watching!"

"What do you mean, 'men shouldn't touch each other like that'? Brother, are you blinded by victory? You're talking nonsense! Brother, I'm rich this time!" Bajie wanted to hug Wukong again, but seeing Wukong's aloof expression, he had to give up, chuckling, "I've made almost four hundred million in one go! I could eat a Manchu Han Imperial Feast every day and still not spend it all! Haha, that's great! I never thought I, Old Pig, would have the chance to be a billionaire. It's a pity my wife, Gao Cuilan, isn't lucky enough, otherwise I could let her enjoy a few days of happiness."

"Haha, I didn't realize you, you pighead, were so sentimental. You have such a beautiful woman by your side, yet you still remember your wife from humble beginnings. Not bad, not bad," Wukong teased.

"Hehe, hehe." Bajie chuckled sheepishly, a little embarrassed by what he'd just said.

"Could you sign this for me?" A timid voice rang out to Wukong, and a pale yellow vest was offered to him with a pen on it. Wukong was taken aback. The girl in front of him looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, her face flushed and shy.

"Sign it? It'll get your clothes dirty," Wukong said hesitantly.

"It's alright, I won't wear this vest in public after you sign it," the girl said, her head bowed.

"Little sister, congratulations, your father has good taste!" Bajie patted the girl's shoulder with his large hand.

"His father? What are you talking about?" Wukong asked, puzzled.

"Haha, of course you don't understand what I'm talking about. Let me tell you, her father sold the house to buy a ticket for his precious daughter to watch your match, and even bet 40,000 yuan on you winning! Now he's made over 700,000 yuan, enough to buy a big house!"

Yang Zhijuan's face flushed with excitement. She

nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Sun, you are our family's lucky star! So you must sign your name for me so I can always remember your great kindness." Unable to

refuse her kind invitation, Wukong had no choice but to sign his name on her vest.

"That's great! Thank you!" Yang Zhijuan tiptoed and quickly kissed Wukong on the cheek. Then, blushing, she turned and walked out of the arena, probably to find her father to celebrate. Her father, because of his excessive pampering of his daughter, unexpectedly received a windfall, which is quite a story. The author isn't encouraging this kind of spoiling, but simply wants to say that life and death are determined by fate, and wealth is determined by heaven—that's probably true.

Wukong was surrounded by fans, some asking for autographs, others offering congratulations. Everyone had contributed money to support Wukong, initially blindly, simply because of their love for him. Unexpectedly, they received a generous return, their joy overflowing, a feeling of adding icing on the cake.

Situ Yu and Liu Yueyue wanted to say a few words of congratulations to Wukong, but were blocked by the thick wall of people, and could only

anxiously wait outside.

"Ugh, when will I be able to talk to Brother Sun? It's driving me crazy!" Liu Yueyue pouted and stomped her feet, looking very impatient.

"Don't worry, just be patient and wait a bit," Situ Yu comforted her.

Bajie was also sweating profusely in the crowd. At first, he felt a sense of novelty, like being the center of attention, which was quite an achievement, even though everyone was adoring Sun Wukong. Standing next to Wukong, Bajie felt quite special. But soon, he felt like he could barely breathe. Looking at the crowd on the outside, it didn't seem to be getting any smaller; in fact, it was getting even bigger. Seeing that things were not going well, Bajie whispered to Wukong, "Brother, this is bad. If this continues, we won't be able to get out for ages. We need to think of a way to slip away as fast as we can."

Wukong asked him, "What's your idea? Also, didn't Yueyue and Xiaoyu come? Where are they now?"

"In this situation, how can they possibly squeeze in?" Bajie whispered a few words in Wukong's ear. Wukong smiled knowingly, secretly chanting an incantation, and transformed into Bajie.

Bajie cheerfully signed autographs for everyone, occasionally receiving a quick kiss from a young girl, making him ecstatic.

Wukong seized the opportunity to quietly slip out of the crowd. After looking around for a while, he spotted Situ Yu and Yueyue peeking anxiously inside.

"Hey, what are you two looking at?" Wukong approached with a grin.

Situ Yu turned and saw Bajie, saying, "Waiting for your senior brother!"

"No need to wait, he'll be out soon," Wukong said softly. "He told me to take you away first; he can get out quickly."

"Really?" Situ Yu asked, still somewhat doubtful.

“Yes, when have I ever lied to you?” Wukong nodded sincerely. “Come with me quickly!”

Situ Yu and Yueyue exchanged glances, thinking that waiting here would only drag on indefinitely, they might as well go ahead and wait for him outside. So they followed Wukong outside.

Chapter 108 Fame and Fortune

Just as the three of them were about to leave, a commotion broke out in the crowd near Bajie. More than a dozen security guards pushed through the crowd and came to Bajie’s side, saying, “Mr. Sun Wukong, it’s time for the awards ceremony. Please come to the boxing ring to receive your award.”

Bajie secretly groaned, snapping out of his previous pleasant feeling. He looked around and finally saw Wukong and the others. He quickly waved and said, “Big Brother, come here quickly, they want you to receive your award!”

The security guards were taken aback and asked, “What, aren’t you Mr. Sun?” Bajie didn’t know how to answer. His face turned bright red. He said, “I’m not… no, no, of course I’m Sun Wukong! I’ll go with you to receive my award right now.” As he spoke, he frantically gestured to Wukong.

Wukong pretended not to see, only watching Bajie with a grin.

Bajie was escorted onto the boxing ring by security guards. Surrounded by cheers and flashing lights, Bajie was practically at a loss. He shouted at Wukong below the ring, "Brother, if you don't come up here, I'm done, I'm leaving!"

He actually made a move to step off the ring. Wukong, seeing the situation was getting out of hand, secretly recited a magic incantation, switched roles with Bajie, and stood on the boxing ring.

By this time, James had recovered, though his face was a little pale. He stepped forward, grasped Wukong's hand, and said sincerely, "Mr. Sun, congratulations on your victory. I apologize for looking down on you yellow people before!"

Wukong smiled and accepted the apology. At this moment, words were superfluous; facts spoke louder than words. James had already paid the price for his arrogance, and Wukong didn't want to say another sarcastic word.

"Mr. Sun, I have one more request, please grant it," James said.

"What request?" Wukong asked him.

"I want to become your disciple!" James said firmly. "After this battle, I realized that there are always people more skilled than you. But I won't be discouraged. Perhaps this is a great opportunity. I've decided to become your disciple and learn your amazing kung fu."

"Hehe, my little tricks are useless to you. Forget about becoming my disciple!" Wukong refused outright.

James wanted to plead again when a cheerful melody filled the arena. Boss Cai, supported by a slender beauty, came to Wukong, took a large check from her, and held it high in the audience. Everyone could clearly see that the check was for eight million yuan.

"Wow, this money is so easy to earn!" Bajie licked his lips and said enviously, "I should have been the one to fight him."

Situ Yu, standing next to him, glanced at him and asked doubtfully, "Are you sure you can do it?"

"Of course I can! Don't let my appearance fool you. When it comes to fighting, I'm no worse than my senior brother, and I might even be slightly better!" Bajie boasted. Anyway, Sun Wukong was still on stage, so he could brag as much as he wanted.

"Hmph, keep bragging, Brother Sun is definitely much better than you!" Liu Yueyue said unconvinced from the side.

On the boxing ring, Wukong had already accepted the check. Boss Cai whispered in his ear, "

Mr. Sun , you really are a hidden master, you've really gotten me into trouble!"

"Why do you say that?" Wukong asked, puzzled.

"Sigh, it's a long story!" Boss Cai looked somber and sighed heavily, saying, "This time I've even lost all my savings! Also, most of the people who bet on you to win are your fans, and I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"Oh, please go ahead."

"It's like this, our club is going to lose about 500 million yuan in this match, and we can't handle the cash flow right away. We'd like to ask you to help appeal to your fans. Small bets can be cashed out tonight, but large bets will have to wait three days. The club needs three days to raise the money, please understand." Boss Cai said with a distressed expression.

“Don’t worry too much, the big bet is from an acquaintance of mine. I’ll talk to him privately,” Wukong said.

“Really? That’s great! Tell your friend not to worry, you have three days to raise the funds, I’ll definitely be able to handle it,” Boss Cai said confidently.

“It should be fine, he’s a very easy person to talk to,” Wukong reassured him.

“I was just worried that

the lack of funds would cause panic, but now I can breathe a sigh of relief. Mr. Sun, you’re such a kind person,” Boss Cai sincerely praised, and then said, “If it’s convenient, I’d like to invite your friend to sit for a while, I wonder if he would do me the honor?”

“He’s right there, I’ll go ask him. However, there are too many people, I’m not sure if I can get to him,” Wukong pointed in the direction of Bajie.

“No problem, I’ll go with you,” Boss Cai said. Then he instructed the dozen or so security guards to escort him and Wukong to Bajie and the others.

“Hey, Bajie, Boss Cai wants to treat us to drinks,” Wukong said bluntly.

“Great! I can save some money!” Bajie had originally agreed to throw a celebration banquet for Wukong, but since someone else was vying to treat him, he was naturally overjoyed and agreed without hesitation.

“Hehe, you pighead, you’re such a stingy person. You’re the big winner tonight, you won almost four hundred million, do you still care about the cost of this meal?” Wukong slapped Bajie’s head and said irritably.

“Hehe, Senior Brother, what you said is debatable. I’m always frugal,

so since someone’s treating, of course I’m happy to accept. Why not take advantage of it? There’s plenty of time in the future! Don’t you agree, Big Pear?” He turned to ask Hanai Miri beside him.

Hanai Miri covered her mouth and giggled.

Boss Cai said generously, "No need to argue, it's my treat tonight. Haha, although I lost quite a bit tonight, I can still afford a meal."

Boss Cai led them to a hotel and they sat down. Situ Yu and Liu Yueyue were already acquainted, so no introduction was needed. Wukong simply introduced Bajie and Huajing Meili to him.

"Brother, congratulations! You have a keen eye. I heard you reaped quite a harvest this time?" Boss Cai shook Bajie's hand warmly

. "Not much, I placed a bet of 21 million and just happened to win." Bajie tried to hide his broad smile and said casually.

Although Boss Cai was prepared, he couldn't help but be shocked. My goodness, he alone had lost nearly 400 million yuan.

"I have to express my admiration for you. Tell me, how did you have so much confidence in Mr. Sun? Judging from the pre-match betting situation, most of

the funds were bet on James. Do you have the superpower of foresight?" Boss Cai was very curious.

"I wouldn't call it superpowers, but Wukong is my senior brother. Even if it costs me my life, I'll support him. After all, he's my senior brother," Bajie said, seemingly quite emotional. Wukong glanced at him, thinking, "Bajie's words are more melodious than his singing."

"Hehe, such brotherly affection! You're truly a loyal man. You deserve to win this money," Boss Cai said admiringly.

Bajie was overjoyed by the praise. This was a win-win situation!

"Brother, since you're a loyal man, I'd like to discuss something with you. Please consider it carefully," Boss Cai said with a smile.

Chapter 109 Forcing a Smile

"What is it? Boss Cai, why don't you tell me? We're all men; we can put things out in the open," Bajie asked calmly.

Boss Cai mustered his courage and said, "It's like this. Since you're a straightforward person, I don't need to hide anything. I'll be frank with you. In this match, I misjudged the situation and overestimated James, so I lost miserably in the betting market. Not only did I lose all the ticket revenue, but I also have to pay out nearly 500 million yuan. It's a huge blow. I may not be able to pay you your winnings in the short term. Please understand."

"What? Really? With your abundant wealth, Boss Cai, you can't possibly not pay out a few hundred million yuan?" Bajie's eyes widened in disbelief.

"It's true. The stock market has been sluggish lately, and I've invested too much in it. I can't manage to turn my funds around right now. Besides, don't be fooled by the Century Club's apparent success; they don't make much money. After this major setback, they're practically unable to recover. Alas, it's all my fault. I was confused for a moment!" Boss Cai said sadly.

"The business world is truly unpredictable. Boss Cai, don't be too sad. Money is just an external thing; you can earn it back. Taking care of your health is the most important thing," Situ Yu comforted him.

“You’re right, Miss Situ. Over the years, I’ve been in the business world, witnessing both success and failure. I’ve seen people become rich overnight, and others go from being wealthy to penniless in a single day. That’s why I’ve long wanted to retire and live a carefree, leisurely life,” Mr. Cai said with deep feeling.

“What will happen to my money if you retire?” Bajie was still preoccupied with his money.

“I have an idea I’d like to discuss with you,” Mr. Cai said, composing himself. “The Century Club is a project I invested over 500 million yuan in. Now I want to transfer it to you for a low price of 350 million yuan, and I’ll pay you the rest in cash. Are you interested in this plan?” Mr. Cai looked at Bajie expectantly.

“Hmm, well, that doesn’t seem quite right. I know nothing about club management,” Bajie said, somewhat tempted. Anyway, he’d won the money back, so being a ready-made boss wouldn’t be bad. But, he knew nothing about management; could he handle such a large club?

"You

can . As long as you agree to take over Century Club, I can serve you free of charge for a period of time until you get things on track. In addition, the original management structure will remain unchanged, and the service personnel will not need to be changed. Everything can remain the same, it's just a change of owner." Boss Cai reassured him.

Bajie was tempted by what he said and turned to Wukong, asking for his opinion, "Brother, what do you think?"

"You decide for yourself. The money is yours, and the decision is in your hands. But I'm a little worried. You're so lazy, do you have the energy to manage this club well? I'm afraid the club will be dead in less than a month." Wukong was not optimistic.

"Brother, you should look at me with a forward-looking perspective. Look at me now, am I still the same lazybones who just eats and sleeps? Besides, with this lovely big pear helping me, I can be a hands-off boss. Brother, you don't think I'm good enough, but I'm going to do it anyway. Boss Cai, I promise you, I'll take over Century Club!" Bajie said contentedly, embracing the beautiful Huajing Meili beside him.

"Great! You're such a straightforward person!"

Mr. Cai said happily. "Now I can finally enjoy a leisurely life!"

"However, there's still something to discuss regarding the transfer price. I think Mr. Cai's offer is too high." Hanai Miri lowered her head, bowed to Mr. Cai, and said softly, "I'm sorry to discuss this with you."

"Hehe, it's not high at all. I invested over 500 million yuan when I built it! Selling it for 350 million is already a fire sale price." Mr. Cai, not expecting such a surprise, quickly said with a bitter face, "If it weren't for my dire situation, I would never have transferred the club at this price. This is my life's work!"

"I'm sorry, we really can't accept this price." Hanai Miri said politely.

Mr. Cai fell silent, silently calculating in his mind.

Bajie was the most straightforward. He waved his hand and said loudly, "Forget it, since this money is all won back anyway, just transfer it to me at your price. Ouch!"

Hanai Miri reached out and pinched Bajie's waist hard, causing him to let out a soft "Ouch!" Hanai Miri whispered in Bajie's ear,

"Don't make a sound, let me talk to him."

Bajie also put his mouth to her ear and whispered, "Forget it, he's had his share of misery, let's just do him a good deed!" Hanai Miri then fell silent.

Boss Cai was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes. He emotionally grasped Bajie's hand and said, "Thank you, thank you for helping me through this difficult time. I will definitely help you make Century Club even better! Please come to the club tomorrow, and I'll help you complete the transfer formalities!"

Situ Yu raised her glass to Bajie and said, "Congratulations! You've become the big boss of the club in the blink of an eye!" Bajie clinked glasses with her and said, "Actually, the first person I want to thank is you. Without your strong support, I wouldn't have had such incredible luck!" He knew very well that only one million yuan of his bets were truly his own; the other twenty million was generously lent to him by Situ Yu. How could a single word of "thank you" express his gratitude?

"Boss Pig, I also want to congratulate you! You finally don't have to wander around as a DVD vendor anymore. The masses will miss you." Wukong also raised his glass and toasted Bajie.

"

Hehe , that's all history now. But there's nothing wrong with being a DVD vendor; at least I supported myself through hard work," Bajie said cheerfully.

"Brother, you were a DVD vendor?" Boss Cai asked curiously.

"Yes, up to today," Pigsy said with a hint of pride. "Unexpected, isn't it?"

"Unexpected, truly unexpected!" Boss Cai murmured. "Judging from your extravagant spending today, I thought you were a big businessman! A genius! As the saying goes, a hero's origins are irrelevant!"

Pigsy was flattered by his string of "genius" compliments and said shyly, "Boss Cai, you flatter me too much. I'm just an ordinary person, how could I be called a genius?"

Monkey couldn't help but burst out laughing, almost spitting out the food in his mouth, and said, "This is probably the first time our old pig has ever been praised in his life. Look, his face is all red, he's probably not used to it!"

"Hmph, you're just jealous, aren't you? I was just pretending to be wise, not wanting to show my brilliant side to the world. Actually, my IQ is much higher than yours, Senior Brother. Just compare the size of our heads

and you'll know!" Pigsy said proudly. "Just watch, starting tomorrow, the world will have another unparalleled business genius!"

"Keep bragging, but once you've bluffed, where will you put your face?" Monkey said with a grin.

Everyone laughed along.

"Keep laughing, I'll make you realize how ignorant and pointless your laughter was today!" Pigsy said angrily, his face flushed. After a brief pause, he turned to Boss Cai and said, "Boss Cai, I'm new here and there are many things I don't understand yet. I'd appreciate your guidance. Of course, the compensation will be substantial."

"Alright, I'll definitely do my best as your assistant!" Boss Cai readily agreed. "From now on, don't call me Boss Cai anymore. My name is Cai Pei, just call me by my name."

"You're older than all of us, so I'll call you Old Cai," said Bajie.

Wukong and Bajie drank heartily. Old Cai forced a smile, but deep down, he felt very disappointed. Even the wine he drank tasted bitter and different.

Chapter 110 Change of Ownership

The transfer of the Century Fighting Club's operating rights, although it only involved changing Cai Pei's name from the legal representative to Zhu Bajie's, seemed simple on the surface, but in reality, it was extremely complicated. After running to countless departments and getting countless official seals, the matter was finally completed three days later. Fortunately, he had listened to Situ Yu's suggestion beforehand and hired a well-known lawyer to handle the matter. Apart from signing his name, Bajie didn't have to rack his brains much.

Bajie was habitually lazy and impatient with these formalities. Only after the matter was settled did he breathe a sigh of relief and say to Boss Cai, "Old Cai, you've really put me through a lot this time! If I had known it would be this troublesome, I definitely wouldn't have agreed to let you take over this club. Changing the name is already this troublesome; how many more troubles will there be in the future?"

"Hehe, don't worry, the management will still be handled by the original team. You can just be a hands-off manager!" Boss Cai comforted him . "Besides, I'm here. I promised you beforehand that I would help you manage the club well, and I will keep my promise. I'll only step down once you're completely familiar with it."

Boss Cai's emotions were very complicated. He felt like

a father watching his child being adopted by someone else, his heart aching and tears welling up inside. However, after calculation, although Boss Cai suffered a crushing defeat in the battle between Sun Wukong and James after the club was sold, he was fortunate to have accumulated some money beforehand. After the transaction was completed, Boss Cai still had several million yuan left. If he was frugal, he could live comfortably for the rest of his life. So, besides feeling bitter, he also felt a sense of relief.

"There will be a management meeting in half an hour. The main agenda is to announce that the club has changed hands. You should also prepare for the job arrangements in advance," Boss Cai said to Bajie. They were now sitting in the general manager's office. The large executive chair that Boss Cai used to sit comfortably in was now occupied by Bajie. He stretched out his arms and legs, half-lying on it.

"I'm very sleepy. You can go and make the meeting now. I'm going to get a room to sleep. I've been running around these past few days and I'm exhausted!" Bajie yawned and said to Hanai Miri beside him. She had been by Bajie's side these past few days.

"How can that be? You are now the owner of the club. What kind of image would it be if you didn't attend the first meeting? No, you

must attend!" Hanai Miri said firmly.

"But I'm really sleepy!" Bajie grumbled helplessly.

"Straighten your back, hold your head high, that's right, that's it, you need to have the dignity of a boss!" Hanai Miri not only didn't feel tired, but was also very excited. She never dreamed that Bajie would have such a glorious day, leading her to also hold her head high. Haha, when fortune smiles, even a pheasant can become a phoenix.

"Hey, big boss, what position are you going to assign me?" Hanai Miri asked Bajie with a smile.

"What position? I really haven't thought about it." Bajie scratched his head and said.

"Hmph, you're really heartless, all my devotion to you, and you don't care about me at all." Hanai Miri pouted unhappily.

"Hehe, don't be angry! You decide what position you want." Bajie quickly comforted her.

“Alright, you said it yourself, so you have to keep your word. You're the general manager, and I want to be the deputy general manager, so I can experience the thrill of managing people.”

“Okay, okay! You can do whatever you want, as long as I don't have to worry about it, then I'll be grateful! Boss Cai, then you can

be my consultant for now.” Bajie readily agreed.

“Okay. It's just that the original deputy general manager was a woman surnamed Wei, named Wei Xiang, she…” Boss Cai stammered.

“Let her continue as her deputy general manager, two deputy general managers isn't bad. Big Pear, what do you think?” Bajie asked inquiringly.

“Whatever you want.” Huajing Meili said indifferently. Since they said they wanted to retain the original management team, they wouldn't rush to make any adjustments. There's plenty of time, anyway, the initiative is in their hands, and they'll have the power in the future, so they can make adjustments however they want.

They chatted for a while longer, mainly Cai Pei explaining the club's management structure in detail, and then the two followed Cai Pei to the conference room. As soon as Cai Pei appeared at the door, everyone in the conference room stood up in unison and said, "Hello, Mr. Cai!"

"Hello, hello! Hello everyone!" Cai Pei was deeply moved and waved his hand, gesturing for everyone to sit down.

The conference room was silent.

Cai Pei led Bajie to the head seat and sat down beside him. This gesture surprised everyone. Next to Bajie sat a pretty and dignified woman.

Seeing Bajie sit down, she smiled and nodded at him. Her smile was serene and elegant, and Bajie was momentarily stunned, then grinned broadly at her.

Cai Pei stood up and said in a steady voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, perhaps you've all heard many rumors these past few days about the club changing hands. Some of you may not believe it, but I solemnly announce that the rumor is true. From today onwards, the club has indeed changed hands!"

A soft murmur arose from the crowd.

"No way? The rumors were true after all?"

"What a pity, I'm going to be unemployed again!"

...

Cai Pei gestured downwards to stop the murmurs and said, "Let me introduce you to the two people beside me. This is the new owner of Century Club, Mr. Zhu Bajie."

All eyes turned to Bajie, his large face becoming the focus of dozens of pairs of eyes. Bajie felt a little embarrassed by the stares and turned to look at the demure woman beside him; her phoenix eyes seemed to sparkle. Bajie smiled shyly and said, "Please don't look at me like that, okay? I'm embarrassed!"

Some people

couldn't help but chuckle. Bajie's shyness was truly like a young woman getting married, bashful and hesitant.

"This lady next to me is Ms. Hanai Miri, the club's vice president. She and Ms. Wei Xiang will both serve as vice presidents of the club. Everyone's original positions will remain unchanged; you'll continue doing what you were doing before." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Cai Pei's words. As long as their jobs were secure, who cared who was in power?

Cai Pei introduced everyone to Bajie and Hanai Miri one by one. When introducing Wei Xiang, she stood up, extended her delicate white hand, and said, "Pig Boss, it's an honor to serve you!"

Bajie grasped her hand tightly, feeling its soft, boneless texture; he was reluctant to let go for a long time.

"Well, Mr. Pig, let me introduce you to the next one." Cai Pei saw Pigsy holding Wei Xiang's small hand and a hint of displeasure flash across his face. He quickly said to Pigsy, "This is Feng Bi, the female manager of the public relations department."

Pigsy reluctantly let go of Wei Xiang's hand and looked at Feng Bi, who stood up and nodded and smiled at him. She had fair skin and a full figure, like a ripe peach, exuding a mature feminine charm. Pigsy secretly swallowed, thinking that acquiring this Century Club was really the right decision. Just looking at these two beauties was already refreshing and worth the price of admission.

Pigsy's spirits lifted, and all his drowsiness vanished.

Chapter 111 New Residence

Among the many managers, a dark-skinned middle-aged man stared at Hanai Miri in a daze. When Cai Pei introduced him, he finally realized what was happening and hurriedly stood up. Cai Pei introduced him, saying, "His name is Guan Tong, deputy manager of the engineering department." His gaze remained fixed on Hanai Miri.

This guy is so rude! Hanai Miri felt a little uneasy under his gaze and couldn't help but glance back a few times. He seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn't quite place when they had met.

After the meeting, Guan Tong deliberately lingered at the back.

"Ms. Hanai, do you still recognize me?" Guan Tong approached Hanai Miri and mustered his courage to ask.

Hanai Miri stopped, looked at Guan Tong, shook her head, and said, "You look somewhat familiar, but I really can't remember where we've met before."

Guan Tong, seeing that everyone ahead had walked away, grew bolder and stared into Hanai Miri's eyes, saying, "Miss Hanai, you're so forgetful! You don't even remember old friends, but I remember you vividly. What a coincidence that we've become colleagues, and you're

even my boss! Hehe, I hope you'll take good care of me in the future." He finished speaking and gave Hanai Miri a meaningful smile.

"I'm new here and not familiar with many things yet, please guide me," Hanai Miri politely extended her hand to shake his.

Bajie stopped ahead and waited for Hanai Miri to approach, then asked her, "Did you see someone you know? You seemed to be getting along very well."

"You look somewhat familiar, but I really can't remember where we've met before."

"Is he one of your former 'guests'? Perhaps it's been too long for you to remember," Bajie asked sourly.

Hanai Miri blushed, playfully punching Bajie with her fist, saying, "Nonsense! Maybe they're just ordinary friends!"

Although it was just a guess, Bajie took Guan Tong seriously.

Bajie moved into his new home. Calling it a move was a bit of a stretch; he just picked up a few clothes from the Shuchang Hotel. Even with Hanai Miri's clothes added together, the suitcase in the car wasn't full. Even the driver, Xiao Zhang, who helped with the move, was secretly puzzled.

It was hard to imagine that the entire fortune of a general manager worth over 100 million was so simple.

The new home was a detached, luxurious villa within the Century Club, with blue bricks and red tiles, a small bridge over a stream, and an elegant and opulent atmosphere. This villa had originally been Cai Pei's residence; now that the club had changed hands, the villa's owner was naturally Zhu Bajie. He sat in the spacious living room, looking around at the comfortable furnishings, filled with many emotions.

Thinking back to the hardships of wandering in Gao Lao Zhuang just a few months ago, having to sell DVDs with a forced smile just to get a decent meal, and now, in the blink of an eye, everything has changed. The world is truly unpredictable and fascinating.

"What are you thinking about?" Hanai Miri sat sideways on the armrest of the sofa, snuggling against Bajie.

"I was thinking, this place is so different from that little house at the Shuchang Inn. Look, even this sofa feels so comfortable," Bajie said, bobbing up and down on the sofa with a satisfied air.

“Of course it’s different. Not only is the place different, but your status is also very different. You’re now the owner of the club, a world apart from the DVD vendor you used to be,” Hanai Miri said happily. “I’ve also transformed from a gigolo into the club’s vice general manager.

The change so drastic, I can hardly believe it. Sometimes I really wonder if I’m dreaming. After the dream ends, everything goes back to normal.”

“It’s not a dream, look, it’s really real.” Bajie pulled her down from the armrest, hugged her, and said, “Touch me, am I dreaming?”

Hanai Miri reached out her delicate white hand and touched Bajie’s cheek, giggling, “It really is real, like touching pine bark.”

“Laughing at my rough skin? Your skin is as tender as tofu. I’m a little hungry now, let’s go have a big meal first.” Bajie picked up her petite body and went into the bedroom to relive the happy old dream they had at the Comfortable Inn.

…

They spent their first comfortable night in their new home, and didn’t fall asleep until the wee hours of the morning. When Bajie woke up, it was already quite late. Hanai Miri was the first to wake up. Looking at the alarm clock by the bed, it was already past nine. She hurriedly shook the still-sleeping Bajie awake:

"Hey, get up! It's past nine!"

Bajie reluctantly opened his eyes, grumbling, "What's the rush? I'm the boss now, I have

plenty of employees working for me. I don't need to go to the club. Besides, it doesn't make any difference whether I go or not. Going would be pointless; I don't understand anything."

"Precisely because you don't understand anything, you should spend more time getting in there. Otherwise, your subordinates will sell your club, and you'll be helping them count the money," Hanai Miri advised.

"Really? Cai Pei is watching!" Bajie stretched, still unwilling to get out of bed.

"Cai Pei? Don't be naive. He's an old fox. You should be most careful of him!" Hanai Miri practically dragged Bajie out of bed.

Arriving at the administration building, Bajie felt very good about himself. Every employee he encountered bowed respectfully and said, "Hello, Boss Pig." At first, Pigsy smiled and nodded frequently in response, but his neck ached from all the work. He couldn't help but rub his neck and sigh, "Sigh, being a general manager is really tiring. My neck is sore from nodding so much!"

“You don’t have to nod. Just keep a straight face, puff out your chest, and project the authority of a general manager,” Hanai Miri suggested.

“Wouldn’t that be a bit much? Wouldn’t that look like a nouveau riche? It’s annoying,” Bajie said.

“You are a nouveau riche, aren’t you! Look at successful people on TV, they’re all serious and unsmiling, that’s called style,” Hanai Miri chuckled.

Bajie thought about it and realized she was right. He was a nouveau riche, not a politician, so he didn’t need to act friendly. Relieved, he put away his smile, held his head high, and seemed oblivious to the employees’ respect.

At the elevator, the dozen or so people waiting there greeted them. Bajie merely glanced at them and nodded slightly. The elevator arrived, and Bajie and Hanai Miri went inside. The people at the door stood still, no one following.

“Come on in! There are plenty of seats!” Hanai Miri called out.

“You go ahead, we’re not in a hurry,” the people outside said in unison.

The elevator doors closed, leaving only Bajie and his companion.

"Looks like I'm not very likable," Bajie thought, feeling a little down.

"That's the effect we want. As a boss, you should maintain a necessary distance from your employees; it makes management much easier later," Hanai Miri said.

"But that's exhausting," Bajie remarked, finding it unsettling.

The general manager's

office was on the ninth floor, and Hanai Miri's office was right next door. Just as Bajie sat down, Wei Xiang knocked and entered, carrying a large stack of documents. Bajie's eyes lit up. Today, Wei Xiang was wearing a silver-gray business suit; the well-tailored skirt accentuated her graceful curves.

"General Manager Pig, here are two reports for your signature. Please take a look," Wei Xiang said, handing over the documents.

Bajie felt a headache coming on at the sight of the stack. He took them without even glancing at them, asking, "What documents? Tell me. From now on, for reports that require my signature, just tell me verbally. This report is a huge pile of text; I'm too lazy to read it." In truth, even if he did read it, it would be practically pointless, as he couldn't recognize many characters.

“Okay, let me tell you.” Wei Xiang cleared his throat and said, “The first document is this month’s club employee payroll. The accounting department has already compiled it, and I’ve reviewed it and signed it. Take a look; there are 852 management and general staff, and the total salary is 3.25 million.”

Bajie gasped. Wow, that’s a lot of money. He mentally calculated that the annual salary would be tens of millions.

He asked, “Is this how much the salaries have always been?”

“About that,” Wei Xiang nodded.

“And the other document?”

“The other document is this month’s gift list. It totals 950,000 yuan,” Wei Xiang said.

“Oh, that much? Who are these gifts for? Such a large sum? I don’t have many relatives and friends, so I don’t think I need to give gifts.” Bajie’s mouth dropped open in astonishment.

“Hehe, it’s not for your relatives, it’s for all the departments related to the club: the police station, the industry and commerce bureau, the tax bureau, the culture and sports bureau, the municipal government, etc. We have to give gifts to all the relevant departments. It’s a fixed amount every month, and extra gifts during holidays. This is how it was always done when Mr. Cai was in power,” Wei Xiang explained.

“The police station too?” Bajie asked.

“Of course. Not only do we have to give gifts, but we give the most to them. Because the government doesn’t allow our club’s gambling business, they just turn a blind eye. If we neglect these big shots, the police station will come to the club to cause trouble two out of three days. We have to keep them happy so we can operate our gambling business semi-underground, so this money is

absolutely necessary,” Wei Xiang said helplessly, spreading his hands.

“Just our club has to pay so much money, isn’t the police station rolling in money? But they seem quite poor to me. Look, the police patrolling the streets are all riding bicycles,” Bajie said, puzzled.

“That’s right, they patrol on bicycles, but you probably don’t know, they drive nice private cars to and from work. The police station is full of luxury cars!” Wei Xiang said with a smirk.

“Hmm, I see.” Bajie suddenly realized. He had always thought the police station was a poor, low-paying department, so poor they couldn’t even afford motorcycles. Turns out, that’s not true. Seeing Wei Xiang still standing straight at the table, Bajie said apologetically, “Vice President Wei, please sit down.”

Wei Xiang sat down awkwardly on the sofa next to him.

“So, these two reports definitely need to be signed?” Bajie asked tentatively.

“Yes.” Wei Xiang nodded.

Bajie opened the reports, finally found the signature area, and signed his name.

"Alright, I've signed!" Bajie said, looking at Wei Xiang. "Miss Wei, you've already become the deputy general manager at such a young age,

you're truly talented."

"General Manager, you flatter me. You're the real genius. To have such a substantial fortune at such a young age is a rare find. What am I? I've only been here a long time, and Mr. Cai thinks highly of me, so I've reached this position." Wei Xiang looked at Bajie with admiration.

Bajie felt flattered by her praise and laughed heartily, saying, "You've been working at the club for a long time?"

"Yes, I came on the day the club was founded, initially as Mr. Cai's secretary." Wei Xiang answered honestly.

"In that case, you should know Mr. Cai quite well. What do you think of him?" Bajie asked with a smile.

Wei Xiang hesitated for a moment, considering how to answer, when there was a soft knock on the door.

"Come in," Bajie said loudly.

It was Cai Pei who entered, with a humble smile on her face.

"Haha, what a coincidence, we were just talking about you, and here you are," Bajie said with a smile.

Cai Pei paused slightly, then said, "Really? What are you talking about?" His gaze was fixed on Wei Xiang, seemingly full of questions.

"I'm asking Miss Wei, what kind of person is Mr. Cai?" Bajie said

with a smile

. "And how does Miss Wei evaluate me? I'm really curious to know. Having worked with Miss Wei for so long, what image do I have in your mind?" Cai Pei asked with a smile.

"Hehe, I was just about to answer when you came in. To be honest, in my mind, Mr. Cai, you are a very capable person," Wei Xiang said.

"Hehe, a hero doesn't dwell on past glories. I'm a failure now, what great skills do I have?" Cai Pei shook his head, trying to laugh it off. "The one with real skills is Boss Pig. His insight and ruthlessness are beyond my reach!"

Pigsy chuckled憨厚ly, saying, "I just stumbled upon it by accident. Winning and losing are predetermined, it's just a coincidence."

Chapter 112 Scheming

In Wei Xiang's vice president's office, Cai Pei's massive body sank into the reception sofa, crossed his legs, and put his right arm around Wei Xiang's slender waist, humming a light tune with self-satisfaction.

"Hmm, I really don't understand. You've fallen so low that you've even sold the club, yet you still act like nothing's wrong. Your ability to find joy in hardship is truly remarkable." Wei Xiang said with a cold laugh in his arms.

"Haha, why should I always be frowning and have a sour face? That would be making things difficult for myself!" Cai Pei said with a sly smile. "Although I have suffered a crushing defeat, with my intelligence and your beauty, I will rise again one day. I have a feeling that it won't be long before the Century Club is still owned by the Cai family!"

"Are you dreaming? There's no such thing as a free lunch," Wei Xiang said, puzzled.

"You don't believe me? Heh, open your eyes and look at Pigsy's stupid face. Don't you think this is a great opportunity for me to turn my life around? He's completely clueless, practically a complete novice. As long as we win over Liu Shan, the accounting manager, the club will be our ATM, hahaha. Besides, from what I've observed

, Liu Shan seems quite interested in you. You'd better seize this opportunity," Cai Pei said shamelessly.

"What? You want to use me as bait? Do you think I'm that easy?" Wei Xiang pouted unhappily.

"Don't put it so bluntly. You're quite clever, but do you really need to offer up your beautiful body to win over Liu Shan?" Cai Pei slipped her hand inside her clothes, gently rubbing it, and said, "Wei Xiang, you've been with me for so long, I won't push you into a fire pit."

Wei Xiang didn't speak, thinking to herself, "Such sweet talk, but he's clearly just trying to use me." However, he was right. It seemed the new boss wasn't a good businessman. Snatching food from a sheep's mouth wasn't actually that difficult. But Cai Pei's thoughts were a bit filthy. Who did he think he was?

Cai Pei's hand roamed inside her clothes for a while, still not feeling satisfied. He reached out and took off her top, leaving her only in a pink bra.

"No, it's working hours now. Someone could come looking for us at any time," Wei Xiang refused.

"What are you afraid of? The door is locked from the inside. No one can come in. I haven't been intimate with you for days, I'm really craving it

." As Cai Pei spoke, he took off her bra as well, revealing her snow-white breasts. Wei Xiang struggled symbolically for a moment, knowing it was futile. Always accustomed to submission, countless dramas had been staged in this office before. She sighed softly in her heart, closed her eyes, and let him do as he pleased.

Perhaps influenced by Wei Xiang's emotions, Cai Pei became a little nervous, his breathing became labored, and his hands trembled slightly. When his fingers slid across her cool skin, they felt a roughness. Whether it was the heat or something else, a fine layer of sweat beaded on Wei Xiang's fair skin.

Cai Pei leaned down and embraced her, inhaling the fragrance of her hair. His hot breath tickled Wei Xiang's sensitive nape, making her feel uncomfortably itchy. She couldn't help but raise her moist lips, a blush spreading across her pretty face… Their

four fiery lips pressed tightly together, their tongues intertwining and swirling. The saliva in their mouths made a soft "tsk tsk" sound.

They forgot time, forgot everything, kissing each other passionately, until the world seemed to

lose its light.

It was always like this, from resistance to submission, to complete surrender.

Gradually, she felt dizzy, her limbs weak, and finally collapsed into Cai Pei's arms.

Cai Pei's lips finally left hers, allowing Wei Xiang a moment to catch her breath. She gasped for air, her full breasts heaving. Her body trembled slightly. A tingling sensation shot from her caressed breasts, like an electric current coursing through her limbs—a familiar feeling that brought her pleasure. She writhed restlessly, her delicate arms involuntarily tightening around Cai Pei's neck.

Cai Pei licked his dry lips, feeling a surge of heat and desire.

The soft sunlight bathed Wei Xiang's naked body, reflecting an alluring glow. Her full breasts, rounded thighs, and pert buttocks combined perfectly, a masterpiece of art, flawlessly beautiful, breathtaking.

"Wei Xiang, I love you..." Cai Pei murmured, his hot body pressing against her dazzling white skin. Her warm body was as smooth

and delicate , soft yet exuding a seductive allure.

A blush of desire crept onto her fair cheeks, making her as radiant as a ripe red apple. Cai Pei's wet tongue roamed over her smooth, naked body, leaving blurry, damp trails. Wei Xiang felt as if a tiny worm was wriggling within her, stimulating every sensitive nerve deep within her body.

She writhed restlessly, her jade-like legs secretly intertwining, her slightly parted lips uttering dreamlike murmurs…

“No, I’m at work…” Wei Xiang murmured, making a final, futile struggle.

A soft knock sounded at the door.

“Oh no, someone’s knocking.” Wei Xiang panicked, quickly getting up and putting on her clothes.

“Don’t panic, as long as you don’t make a sound, they’ll think you’ve gone out.” Cai Pei remained calm.

“But, maybe someone saw you enter my office,” Wei Xiang said anxiously.

Another rhythmic knock sounded at the door.

“Who is it?” Wei Xiang asked loudly, her voice trembling slightly.

"Hehe, it's me." It was clearly Pigsy's voice. "I wanted to ask you to come with me for a walk."

After a while

, Wei Xiang opened the door and welcomed Pigsy in. An ambiguous scent filled the air. Pigsy sniffed hard and said, "The air's a bit stuffy; we need to open the door more often." Seeing Cai Pei sitting upright on the sofa, Pigsy smiled憨厚ly and said, "Old Cai's here too, perfect. Come for a walk with me. Honestly, sitting in the office is driving me crazy."

Cai Pei had thought his actions would arouse Pigsy's suspicion, but seeing Pigsy's expression, which seemed completely unsuspecting, he relaxed and quickly said, "No problem, I'd be happy to accompany you."

Chapter 113 Without Hesitation

Wei Xiang walked gracefully ahead, with Pigsy and Cai Pei following behind. Wei Xiang's high heels clicked crisply on the polished floor.

Pigsy had already seen the boxing stadium and had no interest in revisiting it. However, the Century Hotel across the street greatly intrigued him. The hotel was eighteen stories high, with a huge musical fountain at the main entrance. The spray refracted the sunlight into a dazzling array of colors. Every so often, the fountain would play elegant, soothing music.

Bajie stood by the fountain, reluctant to move.

"This is the Century Hotel, which is also an entertainment complex. Floors one to six are gambling areas, with 180 slot machines, 68 gaming tables, and 18 VIP rooms. Floors seven to eighteen contain restaurants, a bathhouse, hotel suites, a pawn shop, and a shopping mall. Guests can have fun and shop here; it's very convenient," Wei Xiang patiently explained to Bajie.

Just then, Bajie's cell phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, Bajie saw it was Wukong calling.

"You idiot, where are you

now ? I don't have any filming today, so I came to visit your club. I'm already at the door, hurry up and come out to greet your grandpa!" Wukong shouted into the phone.

"Hehe, I'm by the fountain, just about to go inside and take a look. Come on over, I'll wait for you here," Bajie said happily. It was rare for Sun Wukong to come to him, and he wanted to show off his boss status in front of Wukong. That monkey always looked down on people, so today he finally had a chance to impress him. Heh heh, if he saw his employees being so respectful in front of him, he'd be green with envy!

Bajie was still happily imagining Wukong's envious gaze when, in the blink of an eye, Wukong was beside him, looking him up and down, then patting him on the shoulder and saying, "Not bad, not bad, you definitely have the air of a boss now."

Bajie puffed out his chest and said smugly, "Of course! I'm a handsome man, after all!"

"Show-off!" Wukong chuckled, "I mean, you're starting to reek of money, so vulgar."

Bajie's fragile heart was deeply

hurt . He grumbled, "Big Brother, can't you just praise me once? Even if it's fake, I'll be happy."

Wukong laughed heartily. Looking at Wei Xiang standing not far away, he whispered to Bajie with a grin, "Bajie, you've already shed your big pear in just a few days? This one looks pretty good too."

"How could that be? This is Miss Wei, the club's vice president," Bajie introduced.

Wei Xiang smiled and stepped forward, saying to Wukong, "I know you, Mr. Sun. Your performance in the boxing ring was absolutely brilliant!" She extended her slender hand and shook hands with Wukong's large hand.

"A pleasure to meet you! Miss Wei is not only beautiful but also incredibly talented, truly a phoenix among women!" Wukong praised. Wei Xiang felt flattered, a blush appearing on her face as she smiled demurely.

Cai Pei, standing beside her, felt utterly disgusted, as if he had swallowed a fly. He had never liked Wukong at all; it was Wukong who had made him lose almost everything overnight, a grudge that would probably never be resolved. Now, seeing Wei Xiang flirting with him, he felt even more uncomfortable.

However, Cai Pei was worldly-wise and

cunning , knowing when to hide his true feelings. He feigned friendliness, smiling as he said to Wukong, "What a coincidence, we meet again."

"I'm afraid I'm not so popular. I consider myself an unpleasant fellow," Wukong said bluntly.

"Welcome, welcome!" Cai Pei said with a laugh.

"Don't just stand here talking. We were just thinking of showing Mr. Pig around the hotel. If Mr. Sun is interested, why don't you come with us?" Wei Xiang invited.

"That's exactly what I was thinking," Wukong said.

Entering the lobby on the first floor, there were rows of slot machines, each occupied by men and women, all intently watching the screens. Wukong walked to one of the slot machines and watched others play with great interest.

"Ah, I won! I won four million!" A middle-aged woman with dyed blonde hair let out a shrill cheer. Her scream immediately attracted a crowd of onlookers, and the gamblers who were engrossed in their games stopped and surrounded the woman.

"Look, the numbers on the screen are a four and six zeros! Four million! I'm rich!" The

woman danced excitedly.

A young male waiter hurried over, glanced at the slot machine screen, and stared incredulously, muttering, "A ghost! A ghost!"

The middle-aged woman grabbed him, urgently saying, "Quickly, go get the manager! I've won four million! I need to cash it out immediately!"

Pulled back to reality, the waiter said, "Miss, the slot machine is malfunctioning. The highest prize on this machine is one hundred thousand; normally, it's impossible to win four million."

The middle-aged woman's face instantly changed, like an enraged lion, roaring, "Bullshit! You're saying that if the machine breaks, you don't have to pay? Get your manager! I don't want to talk to someone as lowly as you!"

The surrounding gamblers were also discussing among themselves, saying, "That's right. Whether it's a malfunction or not, the screen shows a prize of four million, so it's four million. It can't be denied."

The male waiter was sweating profusely. His helpless gaze swept around, and he spotted Cai Pei. Like a person adrift at sea finding a lifeline, he was overjoyed and quickly came over to Cai Pei, saying, "Mr. Cai, one of

the slot and popped out a prize of four million. What do you think we should do?"

Cai Pei had already seen what had just happened clearly. Such a situation had never occurred at the Century Club before. He was secretly delighted and wanted to see how Zhu Bajie (a character from Journey to the West) would handle this unexpected event. So, without batting an eye, he turned his gaze to Bajie and said, "Boss Pig, look..."

The middle-aged woman also came over. Hearing the waiter address Cai Pei as "boss," she said, "You're the boss, right? Perfect timing, I was just looking for you. I just won four million, and your waiter said it was a machine malfunction and seems unwilling to pay it back. Everyone in this hall saw it; we have witnesses and evidence. Even if we take it to court, I have a good chance of winning. What do you think we should do?"

Cai Pei calmly said, "I'm not the boss, this gentleman is." He pointed to Bajie, placing him on the table.

The middle-aged woman turned her gaze to Bajie, looking at him expectantly.

Bajie became the focus of hundreds of eyes. He enjoyed being the center of attention. He proudly puffed out his chest, smiled憨厚ly, and said loudly, "No problem, since you won, you deserve it. The club will pay you back whatever you win." He spoke with an air of wealth and arrogance.

As soon as he finished speaking, cheers and applause erupted in the hall.

The male waiter was stunned. Cai Pei was also taken aback, not expecting Bajie to agree so readily. This guy seemed to think four million was insignificant, almost without even considering it.

"Great! You keep your word! Well done, Century Club! From now on, I'm the club's free promoter, I'll definitely promote your Century Club vigorously!" the middle-aged woman said happily, walking over and giving Bajie a bear hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Hehe, this feeling of betting big is fantastic!" Bajie wiped the drool off his face and whispered to Wukong.

Chapter 114 Guiding Light

The second floor was a regular hall, covering an area of two thousand square meters. The huge hall contained sixty gambling tables, including roulette, dice, blackjack, and baccarat. Since smoking was not prohibited in the casino, many people smoked, especially around the baccarat tables, where even more people were puffing away. The entire hall was shrouded in smoke.

Wei Xiang dreaded coming to this hall; it was so smoky and stuffy that even breathing felt difficult. Normally, she wouldn't set foot here. However, with the new boss with her today, she only frowned slightly, without uttering a word of disgust.

Wukong, on the other hand, was extremely interested. He loved a lively atmosphere, and the bustling crowd in the hall amused him. He saw some gamblers celebrating their wins, while others grumbled and sulked from their losses—the full spectrum of human emotions played out in this small space.

"Haha, this is really fun! Look at their expressions, so rich! That fat guy was all smiles just now, but now he's all bitter, more dejected than if his father had died," Wukong said to Bajie.

He glanced at the dice table

, then watched people play blackjack, and finally, the colorful roulette wheel caught his eye.

There were eighteen roulette tables in the hall, each roulette wheel with thirty-eight holes engraved with Arabic numerals from one to thirty-six. Each hole is red and white, with two green holes marked with the number "0". Each hole allows a small ivory ball to fall in.

Gamblers can bet on any number, and if they win, the house pays out thirty-five times the bet. They can also bet on odd or even numbers, red or black squares; if they bet on these, they get the same amount back, but the chance of winning is close to fifty percent. It's close because of the two "0"s, which are green. If that number appears, the house pays out all bets on the zeros except those on the other sides.

Wei Xiang, seeing Wukong's interest in the roulette wheel, explained the game in detail.

"So if you bet on the right number, you get thirty-five times the bet? That's really attractive," Bajie said, also finding it intriguing.

"Of course it's attractive; otherwise, so many people wouldn't be addicted to gambling."

Wei Xiang smiled and said, “The numbers in this game follow certain patterns. Some self-proclaimed mathematical geniuses specialize in studying these patterns, but unfortunately, few have actually succeeded. Look over there, there’s a thin man with a thick notebook, constantly counting. Can you two guess what he’s doing?”

Bajie looked and indeed, not far away, there was a thin, middle-aged man holding a thick notebook, intently writing something down. Bajie tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, “He’s a club employee, registering the number of people in the hall.”

Wei Xiang gently shook his head.

“Wrong? Oh, I know, he’s registering who won the most at that table. Did I guess right this time?” Bajie said cheerfully.

“No, not quite. Let me tell you, he’s recording the number of times each number appears. This man is a regular at this hall; he comes in as soon as the club opens every day and doesn’t leave until closing time. His notebook is densely filled with numbers; his goal is to find the pattern.” Wei Xiang revealed the answer.

“Did he find the pattern?” Bajie asked eagerly.

"

Just look at him, you can tell the outcome!" Wei Xiang said with a smile.

Wukong glanced at him and couldn't help but chuckle. The middle-aged man was poorly dressed, his hair disheveled, and his face haggard; he didn't look like a successful person at all.

"Is there really a pattern to this?" Wukong asked skeptically.

Wei Xiang smiled without saying a word.

Looking at the table in front of them, a young man with a gloomy face was covered in sweat, a cigarette between his fingers, taking a deep drag, his eyes bloodshot. It seemed he had already lost a lot. He composed himself and placed a thousand-yuan chip on an odd number. A woman next to him saw him place his bet and quickly took out two thousand-yuan chips and placed them on an even number. The other gamblers followed suit, leaving only the young man's thousand-yuan chip lying alone on the odd number, quite conspicuous.

The young man glanced at everyone with a lifeless look and muttered dejectedly, "Are you all going against me? You'll all lose to death."

The woman wasn't annoyed; she smiled calmly.

The roulette wheel spun under everyone's watchful eyes, and the ball landed in the sixteen-hole, an even number.

"Yay! Another win!" the young woman cheered, her hand

overflowing with chips, her face beaming. She couldn't help but high-five the gambler beside her.

The young man's face darkened further, looking like he was about to burst into tears. He sighed heavily and said, "What bad luck today! Fifteen hands in a row! I'll just keep playing and lose anyway, I'm not playing anymore!" He glanced at his meager chips and stood up to leave.

"Brother, don't rush off! You've lost fifteen hands in a row, it's time for your luck to turn around! It would be such a waste to leave like this!" the young woman said with concern.

The surrounding gamblers echoed her sentiments, trying their best to persuade him to stay. The young man was quite touched. He chuckled, surprised by the enthusiasm of those around him. Leaving like this would be such a disappointment. So he sat down again.

"This man seems to be very popular; everyone welcomes him so much. Even though he lost, it's worth it," Wukong whispered to Wei Xiang beside him.

"Welcome? You're mistaken. He's got a dark cloud over him today, a real jinx, a typical guiding light," Wei Xiang whispered in his ear. "See? After he placed his bet, everyone bet on the opposite side."

The young man, timid from his losses, sat down but hesitated to place a bet. Everyone around him looked at him expectantly, their eyes full of encouragement, but no one placed a bet.

"Everyone, please place your bets!" the dealer urged, seeing that no one was moving.

"Go for it, bet boldly, your chance has come, you're sure to win this time!" a young woman encouraged him from the side.

The young man said, "I'm having a bad day, I want to bet with you."

A hint of anxiety appeared on the woman's face, and she said, "You go first, I don't have any ideas."

The surrounding gamblers also urged him. Unable to refuse their enthusiasm, the young man gritted his teeth and placed his chips on an even number. The gamblers were overjoyed, betting their chips on odd numbers.

"Oh, I see," Wukong exclaimed, suddenly understanding. No wonder this man was so popular; there was a secret to it. Seeing the jubilant gamblers around him, Wukong's childlike spirit was awakened. He decided to create a lively atmosphere and give the young man a little surprise.

Chapter 115: Fortune Turns.

The ball slowed down on position nine, and just as the gamblers were about to cheer, Wukong secretly blew a breath, and the ball slowly rolled again, falling into the hole for number ten.

"Number ten, even number!" the beautiful dealer announced loudly.

The crowd fell silent; everyone found the result hard to accept. Only the young man was overjoyed. His wooden face brightened, and he laughed wildly twice, saying to the gloomy-faced crowd, "Haha, my luck has really turned! Luckily I didn't leave. Thank you all for your encouragement!" The woman beside

him was both amused and exasperated, thinking, "Is winning a round once in a while really worth being this happy about?" However, she was a little puzzled. Why had this guiding light suddenly stopped working? Forcing a smile, she said, "I told you, after losing so many rounds, your bad luck should be over. What are you planning to bet on next?"

"Still even. My good luck is here, so of course I'll go big. Five thousand this time. Fortune's a wheel, today it's my turn, miss, follow my lead!" The young man confidently placed five thousand yuan in chips on even numbers.

The woman hesitated slightly, then decisively placed her chips on odd numbers.

She firmly believed that going against this unlucky guy was the right thing to do; that last round was just his last gasp. Seeing the woman bet, the others followed suit, placing large bets on odd numbers.

This time, however, fortune smiled on the young man; the ball rolled directly into hole number eight.

"Eight, even wins," the female dealer's voice was clear.

A chorus of sighs and curses rose from the surrounding area. The young man was overjoyed. Looking at the small pile of chips in front of him, he exclaimed, "My luck's back! Why don't you all bet with me? Are you afraid of catching my bad luck?"

No one answered him; everyone remained silent, secretly considering their next bet.

The young woman, however, refused to believe it and continued to challenge him. To her dismay, she lost five rounds in a row, infuriating her. She exclaimed, "How is this possible? It's like all the bad luck has transferred to me!" Stubbornly determined, she stubbornly continued her challenge, betting on even numbers whenever he bet on odd numbers.

After several consecutive losses, her allies turned against her; no one stood with her anymore, and they all began to oppose her.

"Heh, the winner is king, the loser is a bandit—this is an age-old law, and it's even more vividly displayed in the casino. But they don't understand that there are no eternal kings, nor eternal bandits. Everything in this world is constantly changing; how can ordinary people comprehend it?" Wukong thought to himself, deeply moved. The casino is truly a microcosm of society, where the coldness of human nature, greed, and ugliness are everywhere.

Surprisingly, this round ended with an even number, and the young woman won.

"Oh dear, I should have followed her bets. Damn it, I lost several rounds following her, but she won this one. It's like money turning into water!" a voice said regretfully.

"That's right, it's too weird!" someone echoed.

Wukong looked at the regretful expressions on everyone's faces and found it amusing. If there were a pill for regret, it would definitely be the best-selling item in the casino.

“Let’s go up to the third floor, the air is better there.” Wei Xiang was really struggling to stay awake; the smoke and noise in the lobby made her feel like she was in a chaotic market, and she just wanted to get out as soon as possible.

Wukong had also lost

interest, and when Wei Xiang suggested going up to the third floor, he readily agreed.

The air on the third floor was indeed much better, and the noisy scene was gone. Although there were still many people, it was much quieter.

“This floor mainly plays Texas Hold’em,” Wei Xiang explained.

“Texas Hold’em? What’s that?” Wukong and Bajie asked in unison.

“Really? You two seem to know nothing about gambling. Haven’t you ever gambled for money before?” Wei Xiang asked, puzzled.

“No. I often gamble with my life,” Wukong said with a grin.

“Hehe, Mr. Sun is so humorous.” Wei Xiang smiled. Then he briefly explained how to play Texas Hold’em to Wukong and Bajie. Wukong had an excellent understanding and listened with great interest. Poor Pigsy was suffering. Although Wei Xiang explained things in a simple and easy-to-understand way, Pigsy was still dizzy and his head felt like it was filled with mush.

"Please, don't talk so fast! Although I'm very intelligent, your words go in one ear and out the other. Very few words actually go into my head," Pigsy grumbled. Wukong chuckled

and said, "Yes, Miss Wei, you

should also consider some of the brain-dead people. Repeat it again. If possible, it would be best to have a deck of cards for on-site teaching. That way, he might learn something."

Pigsy wasn't annoyed and smiled憨厚ly, saying, "Brother, that's a good idea. Then hurry up and get a deck of cards to teach me. After I learn, I'll gamble sometime."

"Save it. Gamble? With your IQ, you'd be better off giving money away," Wukong said disdainfully.

"Hmph, you don't understand. Gambling is mainly about luck. What's the point of having so much intelligence? Besides, who says I'm not smart? I easily won against this club, didn't I? Right, Old Cai?" Bajie turned to Cai Pei arrogantly.

Cai Pei's smile was more like a grimace. He said, "Yes, yes! Boss Pig's intelligence is unparalleled, truly unprecedented and unmatched..."

"Oh, alright, alright, this kind of flattery is too much. If you keep going, I'll have to find a place to vomit." Wukong hurriedly interrupted Cai Pei's eloquent speech. "

Haha, Senior Brother, it's clear how narrow-minded you are, unable to bear others being better than you. Let me tell you, the eyes of the masses are discerning. You can't argue with that!" Bajie said smugly.

"You blockhead, your tail's practically wagging in the air!" Wukong was too lazy to argue with him anymore. He found the most popular gambling table and quietly observed.

Bajie followed and whispered in Wukong's ear, "That dealer is quite pretty."

Wukong chuckled inwardly; Bajie was the same everywhere, only interested in beautiful women. However, he wasn't wrong. The female dealer at this gambling table was indeed quite attractive: her face was full and round, her eyes bright and clear, giving her a refreshing air. Even more striking was her light blue uniform, which perfectly accentuated her voluptuous figure. Her two firm breasts seemed ready to burst free from the uniform at any moment.

She smiled, her hands deftly and skillfully shuffling the cards.

Only six people were seated at the table; the others stood around, watching with interest.

Five of them had serious expressions, their lips tightly pressed together, saying nothing. Only one kind-looking old man remained calm and relaxed. The old man appeared to be over fifty, but he was full of energy, with a

humble . His every move exuded the air of a general commanding a vast army. A small mountain of chips lay before him, indicating a considerable haul.

"That old man has won six hands in a row! He's amazing; it's like he can see everyone's cards. I wonder how he'll do this time. If he wins again, it'll be seven in a row!" a bystander whispered to his female companion.

"Don't talk, the cards are about to be dealt!" his companion whispered back.

The female dealer skillfully shuffled the cards and placed them on the table. With a gentle flick of her slender hand, the cards spread out in a beautiful fan shape. ( Chapter 116,

April 25th)
After

the first round of cards was dealt, everyone cautiously lifted a corner of their cards to peek, except for the old man, who casually picked up a card with his right hand, placed it in his left palm to feel it, and then smiled as he placed it back on the table. In the rules of Stud Poker, the first card dealt is the hole card, which cannot be revealed until all five cards have been dealt.

"Wow, that's amazing! He doesn't even need to look at the hole card; he can sense what it is just by feeling his left palm. It's unheard of!" a man watching murmured in admiration.

The second card was dealt, and the old man received the 10 of diamonds. The other five players received the King of spades, the 4 of diamonds, the Ace of hearts, the 5 of clubs, and the Jack of clubs.

"The Ace of hearts speaks," the female dealer announced. This is also a rule of Stud Poker: the player with the highest card speaks, deciding whether to bet or fold. If they fold, the decision passes to the next player. If they fold, the others must decide whether to call or not; those lacking confidence can choose to fold. Therefore, Stud Poker is not just about luck, but also about courage. Sometimes, those lacking composure or courage, even with a good hand,

can lose a winning hand due to fear.

"Two thousand dollars." The man with the King of Hearts threw down two thousand-dollar chips. The old man smiled slightly and followed suit with two chips. The middle-aged man with the King of Spades followed suit.

"I'm not going." The man with the 4 of Diamonds turned over his hole card, shook his head, and indicated he was giving up. The onlookers saw that his hole card was the 8 of Clubs; with such a hand, they certainly didn't dare to continue. The other two thought it over carefully, gritted their teeth, and also threw down their chips.

The third card was dealt, and two people's faces lit up with joy. One had the King of Spades and received the King of Clubs, making a pair. The other had the Ace of Hearts and received the Ace of Diamonds, also making a pair.

The composed old man, however, only received the 9 of Diamonds. The other two received the 7 of Clubs and the 5 of Spades respectively, and shook their heads, their faces filled with dejection.

"A pair of Aces speaks," the female dealer announced.

"Ten thousand yuan." The man with a pair of aces threw down a ten-thousand-yuan chip onto the table.

"I call." Not to be outdone, the man with a pair of kings also threw down a ten-thousand-yuan chip.

The other two players dejectedly turned over their hole cards, indicating they were folding. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the old man; judging from the situation, he was probably going to fold too.

The old man calmly picked up a ten-thousand-yuan chip from the pile in front of him, threw it into the center of the table, and casually said, "I call."

The onlookers gasped. The old man's almost suicidal move greatly surprised everyone. It was obvious that the two opponents, one with a pair of aces and the other with a pair of kings, had a huge advantage, yet the old man dared to call; it was truly unbelievable.

The fourth card was dealt, and everyone sighed again. Coincidentally, the man with the pair of kings got another king of hearts, and the man with the pair of aces was also lucky, getting an ace of spades. On the surface, both of them had three of a kind, and the hole cards on the table were mysterious and unpredictable, most likely four of a kind or four of kings.

The unperturbed old man only received a Queen of Diamonds. He still smiled, his face showing no trace of anxiety.

"Three Aces speak," the female dealer announced calmly.

"Fifty thousand." The man with three aces threw down five ten-thousand-yuan chips.

"So confident? I don't quite believe

your hole card is an ace of clubs." The man with three kings stared sharply at his opponent, trying to glean a clue from his face. However, the opponent was also a seasoned veteran. Hearing his opponent speak, he simply smiled and said, "I don't believe your hole card is a king of diamonds either."

"That's hard to say." The opponent said, feigning composure, "My hand is about the same as yours. It wouldn't make sense to fold like this. I call!"

The onlookers began to whisper among themselves, speculating about the hole cards of the two men. No one cared much about the old man's hole card. In everyone's mind, at this point, the old man should have folded. Knowing when to back down is human nature, and everyone would understand.

But the old man, without anyone noticing, threw his chips.

"Wow, 50,000 yuan! Is he crazy?" someone exclaimed softly. "He's still going to play with a hand like that? He must have lost his mind from winning so much money!"

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't disturb him," Cai Pei advised from the side. "He has his reasons for doing this. Don't you see his hand looks like a straight flush?"

"A straight flush? That can't be that coincidental, can it?" The man's eyes widened in disbelief.

The last card was dealt, and the three aces got a 3 of clubs. The three kings were even more coincidentally dealt a king of diamonds, making it four kings. He couldn't hide his ecstatic joy and said happily, "Haha, it's like the heavens are helping me! They even gave me the king of diamonds. Sorry, I've ruined your straight flush."

He looked at the old man smugly, his tone a little flippant. The old man's last card was a jack of diamonds, making his hand all diamonds: 9, 10, jack, q. It looked like he was about to make a straight, but the opponent got the king of diamonds. No wonder he was so happy.

"Heh heh, even though you have the King of Diamonds, if my hole card is the 8 of Diamonds, you still have no chance." The old man sneered, disliking the other man's smug look.

His expression changed several times, and he said weakly, "There's no such thing as a coincidence in this world. You're just bluffing."

"There are many coincidences. Didn't you get all four Kings? What's so strange about me getting an 8 of Diamonds?" the old man teased. "Besides, you're not necessarily guaranteed to win

. That friend might have four Aces!"

How could that be? He thought to himself, seeing the slight disappointment in the other man's expression, his hand couldn't be better than his own, so he almost ignored him.

"Flush." The female dealer was also amazed by the intense situation, her voice filled with excitement.

"Three hundred thousand." The old man casually picked up three hundred thousand chips and threw them into the middle of the table.

It was the man with four Kings' turn to make a decision. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his eyes were a little flustered.

What to do? He struggled internally. Could it be his hole cards? At that moment, he wished he had superhuman eyes to see through his opponent's hand. No! He encouraged himself. Maybe he was bluffing, trying to make him give up halfway and abandon the victory that was practically at his doorstep. He wouldn't fall for it! He steeled himself and said, "I call."

"Boss Pig, your eyesight is so accurate, guess if his hole cards are the 8 of Diamonds?" Cai Pei whispered in Pigsy's ear.

Pigsy turned his gaze to Monkey King and whispered, "What do you think, Senior Brother?" Monkey King smiled without saying a word, only

nodding .

Seeing the opponent put in 300,000 chips, the man with only three aces swept away his previous dejection, a sly smile appearing on his face, and shouted, "I call too!" He couldn't wait to put in his chips.

The man with the King almost fainted. My god, this guy is too cunning. It turns out that his previous dejected expression was just a smokescreen. He's the real cunning fox! If he hadn't had four aces, he definitely wouldn't have called; he would have been doomed! He sighed in despair.

"Haha, you didn't expect that, did you? My hole card is the Ace of Clubs! You guessed it! I should have won this hand, right? Oh hahaha!" The man laughed loudly, revealing his hole card—the Ace of Clubs!

"Don't be so happy yet, look at my card first." The old man flipped his hole card over, and everyone saw it: the 8 of Diamonds!

Everyone was silent for a few seconds, then exclaimed in amazement.

"A straight flush!" The female dealer's voice trembled with excitement.

"Haha, this is really interesting!" Although Bajie only half understood what was happening, the twists and turns of the situation still amused him greatly.

"This is

probably what they call the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind," Wukong exclaimed. "That old man is so talented! He could tell what the cards were just by feeling the palm of his left hand. It's comparable to my Fiery Eyes of Truth!"

Chapter 117 Blessed with Good Fortune

In the elevator, Bajie asked, "How much money did that old guy win in one hand? Judging by those huge piles of chips, it must have been a lot, right?"

"Yeah, over a million," Cai Pei replied after a quick mental calculation.

"Wow, goodness, that money came so easily," Bajie said, sticking out his tongue in surprise.

“That’s the fun of gambling. Money comes and goes quickly. You never know what the next hand will be, just like life. Once you take this step, no one can completely control what the next step will be. So, some people become rich overnight in casinos, while others lose everything. But even when they only have one chip left, gamblers still hold onto a sliver of hope, hoping to turn things around with that last chip. Therefore, there are only gamblers who are temporarily disappointed, not gamblers who are completely desperate. This is also why casinos are always packed with customers, because every customer who enters a casino, regardless of winning or losing, is

a potential regular.” Wei Xiang analyzed logically.

“However, a person’s money is ultimately limited. If luck is too bad, there will always be a day when they run out of money. When that happens, even if they come to the casino, they’ll probably only be spectators,” Wukong interjected.

Wei Xiang chuckled and said, "Maybe. Real gamblers aren't content to be spectators; they always try to raise funds to make a comeback. Casinos usually have pawnshops where gamblers can pawn their valuables to raise money—a relatively humane service. If they're completely broke, some will sell their blood for money, but human blood is finite, not like a tap that can be drawn at will. So, besides that, gamblers who have lost everything have some other unknown methods."

"Sinful, sinful! Casinos fatten themselves by sucking the blood of gamblers—a grave sin! Bajie, remember to use your winnings for good deeds to atone for your sins!" Wukong said earnestly.

"Hehe, Senior Brother, I'll listen to you," Bajie said with a grin. As they spoke, the elevator stopped on the eighth floor.

"I'll show you around our pawnshop; business is always good," Wei Xiang said.

The pawnshop was quiet, without a single customer. The neatly uniformed clerks at the counter bowed respectfully as they entered.

Bajie was horrified. Good heavens, someone was selling their blood to raise money for gambling? The level of madness was terrifying. He asked, "Really? Besides selling blood, are there other ways? Could he cut off his own flesh and sell it?"

"Of course not," Wei Xiang said with a grin, "besides, nobody would buy human flesh. As the saying goes, 'Heaven never seals off all paths,' and that's true. Gamblers always find a way to get money. Have you noticed some poorly dressed, idle people in the casino? Do you know what they're doing?"

"What else could they be doing? Probably just bored out of their minds and coming to the casino to kill time," Bajie said smugly.

"No, they haven't even managed to eat two meals a day. How could they have the leisure to wander around? They're all unlucky losers who've lost everything. They've pawned all their valuables,

sold with nowhere else to turn, they just wander around the casino every day, hovering around the tables and giving gamblers random advice. If a gambler takes their advice and happens to win, they'll pester the winning gambler for a few coins. Usually, in this situation, the winning gambler is in a good mood and generous, often giving a hundred or so coins. If they encounter an exceptionally generous person, they might even give three or four hundred," Wei Xiang explained.

"Heh, they'll probably throw that hard-earned money back into the casino in the blink of an eye," Wukong said decisively. "Once they're addicted to gambling, can they stop?"

"Yes, that's exactly how it is. If they're lucky, they might win a few thousand or a hundred with that meager reward, and be smug for a few days. If they're unlucky, the money barely warms their hands before it's used to fund the casino, or it ends up in someone else's pocket," Wei Xiang said with a smile. "These people are parasites of the casino. If the casino ever bans them from coming in, they'll be left starving."

The waiter led the group to look at the items in the pawnshop, a dazzling array: dazzling gold and silver jewelry, novel DV camcorders and digital

cameras , expensive or cheap watches... a wide variety, too many to take in.

What surprised Wukong and Bajie the most was that they actually saw several work IDs and national ID cards among a large pile of valuables.

"Can these things be pawned?" Wukong asked, puzzled.

The waiter smiled and nodded, saying, "Not just any work ID or ID card can be pawned. It depends on what's inside; only those with value can be pawned."

"Oh, there's more to it than meets the eye?" Wukong picked up a work ID, examined it closely—it was the work ID of an official from the Land Bureau of a city in China. Flipping through the others, he saw IDs for prosecutors, judges, and officials from the Civil Affairs Bureau. He held up one of the IDs and asked, "How much is this worth?"

The waiter took it and saw it was from the Land Bureau. He opened the ledger and said, "This work ID was pawned for 800,000. Its owner is the deputy director of the Land Bureau."

"800,000? Such an inconspicuous document is worth 800,000? Aren't you worried he won't come back to redeem it?" Bajie's tongue lolled out, refusing to retract for a long time.

"This pawnshop has never had such a problem. Usually,

those who pawn work IDs are the most proactive and quickest to redeem them. They're all influential people; they can afford to lose money, but they can't afford to lose face," the waiter replied with a smile.

"Yes, we have follow-up measures. If the party involved doesn't redeem the pawned item within the stipulated period, we will send someone to their workplace to collect the payment. We have professionals in this area," Wei Xiang said proudly. "Our information network covers all regions. To investigate someone's background, we can obtain very detailed information within half an hour. So we are not afraid of gamblers pawning or borrowing money. We are only afraid that they will leave in disgrace after losing and never set foot in the casino again. That would be the casino's real loss."

"I just looked at a few work IDs, and they all seem to be from China. Are they all so poor that they can't even afford to pay?" Wukong asked doubtfully.

"Haha, you've misunderstood! They're the ones who really spend lavishly! There are tons of people who can throw money around like water. A while ago, there was an official surnamed Xiang who lost 30 million in one night and then casually spent the night with two Russian beauties. But his rival reported him, and he's been suspended. There are plenty of officials like that; dozens in

the VIP rooms every day. Anyway, it's public money, so why not spend it? Who doesn't want to live life to the fullest? If they're lucky, they might win a few rounds, ensuring their retirement and even their children's and grandchildren's happiness." Cai Pei laughed.

"Winning is certainly something to be happy about, but what about losing? How will they fill the hole? That's all the people's hard-earned money; squandering it will bring divine retribution. Besides, I've heard that many places in China are still very poor; some farmers haven't even solved their basic needs. His 30 million in one night is enough to feed hundreds of families for a year. How can such an official just be suspended?" Wukong said indignantly.

"Hehe, I didn't expect Mr. Sun to be such a hothead. The world is like this, you don't need to get so worked up. Tell me, who in this world thinks they're unlucky? Especially those high-ranking officials who think they're incredibly fortunate, invincible in the casino just like in the officialdom—nine out of ten are full of confidence and ambition. Losing money? Not expected," Cai Pei explained.

"That's right. People who have smooth sailing are often the most arrogant,

thinking that the god of fate always favors them. They don't realize that with every gain comes a loss. Heaven is fair, and good luck won't stay with them forever," Wukong sighed. "Take Bajie for example. This time you beat Old Cai and got his club overnight, but who can guarantee that you won't hand it over to someone else later?"

"Hehe, Senior Brother, that's not a very nice thing to say!" Bajie pouted unhappily and muttered, "I, Old Pig, am currently enjoying great fortune. Who can touch my foundation? Miss Wei, don't you agree?"

Wei Xiang and Cai Pei exchanged a glance and said with a grin, "Pig is right. You are blessed with great fortune and it's the perfect time for you to make your mark."

Chapter 118 Imperious As

several people were chatting in the pawnshop, Bajie's interest was in the glittering jewelry. One of the platinum pieces featured a dazzling diamond in the center. He held it up to his eyes, its brilliance captivating Bajie, who couldn't put it down. He slipped the ring onto his left ring finger; it fit perfectly. He grinned and said, "Hehe, it fits perfectly! This ring seems made just for me, it's so beautiful."

Seeing Bajie's eager expression, Wei Xiang knew he liked it and asked the clerk, "Is this ring past its redemption period?"

"Yes, it is. This ring was pawned a year ago by a customer. That customer was in a hurry and only pawned it for 150,000 yuan. He hasn't come back to redeem it since, probably because he lost a lot," the clerk replied.

"Alright, since General Manager Pig likes it, let him wear it. Just register it," Wei Xiang instructed.

"Yes, General Manager Wei," the clerk replied, opening the ledger and registering it.

Bajie, overjoyed, grinned at Wei Xiang and said, "Miss Wei, you're so understanding, knowing how to please people, and so generous. Thank you."

"What are you thanking me for? The whole club

is yours, let alone a mere ring," Wei Xiang said with a smile.

"Hehe, yes, it's mine anyway, why should I be polite?" Bajie slapped the back of his head and said, "I was a little confused. Eldest Brother, which piece of jewelry do you fancy? Just name it, and I'll give it to you."

Wukong said disdainfully, "Look at your face, you're a complete nouveau riche. Why don't you wear rings on all ten fingers? That would make you look even more like one."

Everyone laughed.

"Would you be interested in visiting the VIP rooms on the fifth or sixth floor? The atmosphere there is a bit different," Wei Xiang suggested.

The VIP rooms weren't open to just anyone. Each of the eighteen VIP rooms had a dedicated person watching the entrance, and ordinary onlookers or casual visitors were turned away. But when Bajie and his group arrived, the situation was different. The duty manager, having heard the news, came to them respectfully and asked, "Mr. Wei, what can I do for you?"

"How are the VIP rooms today? Are there any special VIPs?" Wei Xiang asked him. The duty manager was a shrewd and capable middle-aged man, a smile on his face, but his eyes were very sharp.

"Today, the eighteen VIP rooms..."

More than half of the guest rooms are occupied. "Director Liang is in the Imperial Pavilion," the duty manager replied softly.

"Oh, is it Director Liang from the Social Security Bureau? Is he here today?" Wei Xiang asked happily.

Wukong asked with a smile, "Who is this Director Liang? He seems quite popular."

"Oh, he's a real big spender! He's the director of the Social Security Bureau, and he comes to visit at least fifteen days a month. Every time he comes, he brings a lot of cash. The most he ever brought was a hundred million! He gambled for two days and two nights straight, losing every last penny, but he didn't even blink. His mental fortitude is truly remarkable," Wei Xiang said admiringly.

"Of course he doesn't blink. It's said he has hundreds of billions at his disposal. Being an official is great; the public treasury is your own treasury. You can take money whenever you want, even more convenient than taking money from your own wallet," Cai Pei said enviously.

"Another big corrupt official," Wukong said hatefully, "How despicable!"

"Mr. Sun doesn't seem to like them?" "They're the lifeblood of our club. Without them, the club would be unable to survive, let

alone develop," Wei Xiang said calmly. "Let's go to the Emperor's Pavilion instead. You'll never forget it."

The ambiance of the VIP room was worlds apart from the noise outside. It was quiet and peaceful. There were fewer than ten people in the large room, all intently focused on the card game. Even when Bajie and his friends entered, they didn't attract any attention. Only one or two people glanced at them before turning back to the game. Five people

sat at the table, while the other three stood quietly watching. Bajie and his friends also stood and watched after entering.

They were playing baccarat. Wei Xiang had explained the rules of baccarat to them beforehand. Wukong was a person with a great memory and a natural talent for playing games, so he understood it after watching for a while.

Baccarat is one of the simpler forms of gambling in casinos. The game is played in three betting areas: Banker, Player, and Tie. Before the cards are dealt, each player chooses which side to bet on and can only bet in one area. After betting, the dealer deals the cards, with each player receiving at least two cards and no more than three. The first card is dealt to the Player, and the second and third cards to the Banker. Depending on specific rules, an additional card may be dealt if necessary. The player with the higher total score wins, with a maximum of nine points.

The scoring is as follows: face cards (J, Q, K) and ten points are counted as 0 points, an ace is counted as one point, and all other cards are counted at their face value. The point value of each hand is equal to the digits of the sum of the points of all the individual cards.

All the cards are placed in a box, and the lid is closed, with only one exit for taking cards out.

After the cards are placed, the dealer announces the winner. Players can discard a certain number of cards (meaning they can request that the previous cards be discarded and thrown into a collection box by the dealer). Afterward, the dealer announces the rules, and after the bell rings, no one can move their bets—this is what's often heard on TV as "once you place your bet, you can't move it." Whoever bets the most has the right to see the cards, but they can only see them on the table; the cards cannot leave the table, and leaving them results in a loss.

Once the game officially begins,

the game is mainly between the banker and the player. Players can bet on the banker or the player at will, and they can also bet on a tie (betting that both sides have the same bet). The difference between the banker's and the player's bets is covered by the casino. That is, if the player bets 100,000 and the banker bets 90,000, the casino will cover the remaining 10,000. If the banker wins, the remaining 10,000 is the casino's winnings.

Wukong noticed that... A large, stout man placed the largest bet. He wasn't very old, probably around thirty-five or thirty-six, and his radiant face remained remarkably calm, showing no emotional fluctuation due to winning or losing. Based on Wei Xiang's prior description, Wukong knew this large man was the wealthy and powerful Director Liang.

However, Director Liang seemed to be having bad luck, often betting on the Banker and then the Player, and vice versa. Seeing his large pile of chips dwindling rapidly, although he feigned calm, Wukong noticed a thin layer of sweat on his face, indicating he wasn't entirely at ease.

He pondered for a moment with a grim face, then made a desperate gamble, placing all his remaining chips on the Player. Wukong glanced at him and carefully counted; there were five million chips in front of him.

"Damn it, three rounds in a row, this is definitely going to be the Player!" "He said in a deep voice.

This guy is really going all out. Wukong saw his hand trembling slightly.

But things never go as planned, and the dealer won again this time.

"What bad luck!" Director Liang forced a smile and said to the duty manager, "I've lost all 15 million I brought today. I need to borrow 5 million from the club."

The duty manager looked at Zhu Bajie, who smiled knowingly. The duty manager assumed he agreed and said to Director Liang, "According to the club's rules, VIP room guests cannot borrow more than 3 million. But Mr. Liang is a regular, so 5 million is no problem, but it would be best to repay it as soon as possible."

Director Liang was very unhappy and said, "Damn it, it's just 5 million! Why are you making such a fuss

! I can repay you today! I'll call the cashier to bring the money over right now." After saying that, he picked up the phone and dialed a number, saying loudly, "Hello, is this Xiao Rong? I'm negotiating a business deal with a client in Aolai. Take 10 million yuan from the bureau's account and bring it over. I'll be waiting for you at the Century Hotel." "Hurry up, understand?"

He hung up the phone and angrily said to the duty manager, "Did you hear that? Someone will be coming to deliver money in an hour."

The duty manager smiled apologetically and said, "Sorry, I was overthinking it."

Chapter 119

The fat face of the big spender, Director Liang, couldn't hide his anger. He stared fiercely at the duty manager for a long time, cursing under his breath, "Damn it, the money I've lost in this lousy casino is enough for you to work for several lifetimes. You're looking down on me now, aren't you? A few million, and you're making such a fuss about it. If you can't make the decision, you can call your boss out to talk to me. I don't believe that with my name, Liang, your boss would haggle with me over a few million."

The duty manager looked at Bajie with pleading eyes. Bajie was confused and said, "Why are you staring at me like that? Am I too handsome, and you're interested in me? Let me tell you, I have absolutely no interest in men!"

Wei Xiang chuckled and whispered in Bajie's ear, "He wants to ask you whether to lend it or not." A

sweet, warm breath tickled Bajie's ear, making him unbearably itchy. His heart was already floating in the air, and he had no idea

what Wei Xiang was saying. He chuckled and said, "I don't know anything about this. Who cares what he does?"

Wei Xiang smiled at the duty manager and nodded slightly. The duty manager understood and said to Director Liang, "Please wait a moment, I'll think of a solution." He then turned and left.

Wukong and the others also found seats at the gambling tables.

"Damn it, this casino is so unfair. They keep such a stupid dog, it can't even wag its tail, and it still wants to bite. Don't you think this kind of dog is especially annoying?" Director Liang was still furious.

The other gamblers continued gambling as usual, and no one answered him. That's how people who frequent casinos are; whoever feeds them is their mother, and whoever doesn't is a stranger. Although they had been gambling enthusiastically with Director Liang just moments before, now that he was out of money, everyone suddenly lost interest in him and seemed not to hear him at all.

Director Liang felt bored and stopped talking. His gaze swept across the chips on the table, one round in front of Zhang San, the next in front of Li Si, and Director Liang's expression was one of helplessness.

The duty manager returned shortly, carrying a small basket filled with large red and blue chips. He handed the chips to Director Liang, saying, "Here's five million. I've exchanged it all for chips for you. Please check." Director

Liang glanced at it, a hint of joy appearing on his face. "That's more like it."

The duty manager handed Director Liang a piece of paper with writing on it, saying, "Please sign your name here."

Director Liang saw it was an IOU. Without a word, he hastily signed his name.

The five million chips didn't help him much. It seemed the God of Wealth was playing a joke on him today; when he bet big, he often lost, and when he bet small, he often won, leaving him frustrated and cursing under his breath. More than an hour later, his table was empty again, not a single chip left.

Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. Looking up at his diamond Rolex, he muttered in annoyance, "It's been over an hour, why isn't Xiao Rong here yet

? Women are always so slow and inefficient; they can't even handle a small matter."

Director Liang took out his phone, dialed a number, and listened; the other end was switched off.

"Oh, even her cell phone is off, she must be on a plane," Director Liang muttered. Then he said to the duty manager watching the game, "Bring another five million in chips."

This time, the duty manager was much more astute, not wanting to suffer his rudeness for no reason. He said, "Um, um," but his eyes were fixed on Wei Xiang. Wei Xiang smiled slightly at him again.

The duty manager understood and said to Director Liang, "Please wait a moment, I'll be right back."

Sure enough, he returned shortly after, still carrying the small basket of chips, and of course, he didn't forget to have Director Liang sign the IOU.

This time, the chips stayed in front of Director Liang for even less time; they seemed to have grown legs and all ran to other players. He only had 100,000 yuan worth of chips left in front of him.

Just then, his phone rang. He took out his phone and saw it was the cashier, Xiao Rong, calling. He pressed the answer button and said aggressively, "Xiao Rong, what's wrong with you? It's been over two hours and you're only just arriving?"

"Oh dear, Brother Bin, you don't know, as soon as I got your call, I immediately wrote a check and then rushed to the airport. I barely made it on this flight, I'm so tired I can barely breathe, and you're still not satisfied?" Xiao Rong's sweet voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hehe, is that so? Then I misunderstood you. Where are you now? Oh, you're at the Century Hotel? Okay, I'm staying in room 909, I'll wait for you in the room." After hanging up the phone, he said happily, "The God of Wealth has arrived, I'm going to greet him." After saying that, he put away the remaining 100,000 yuan worth of chips in front of him and said to everyone, "Don't go, everyone, I'll be back soon."

After saying that, without waiting for anyone to respond, he hurriedly left the room.

"I'm going to the restroom, I'll be right back," Wukong said to Bajie and the others. Then he followed Director Liang out the door. Director Liang took the elevator back to room 909, and Wukong, transformed into a tiny mosquito, followed closely behind.

A short while later, there was a soft knock on the door. Director Liang got up to open it, and as soon as the door opened, a young, alluring woman

hugged him tightly.

"Brother Bin,

you specially booked this room for me, didn't you? If you wanted to see me, just say so, why make up excuses?" The woman hugged Director Liang's head and kissed him passionately. "Make excuses? Don't tell me you came empty-handed. I really need your money urgently." Director Liang pushed away Xiao Rong's hot body slightly, speaking hastily.

"Look at you, so nervous, Brother Bin, sometimes I really wonder if I even exist in your heart? Tell me honestly, in your eyes, am I more important or is money more important?" Xiao Rong pouted, dissatisfied.

"Hehe, is that even a question? Of course, you're more important." Director Liang perked up and kissed Xiao Rong.

"Hehe, I'll let you off the hook! Actually, I already brought a check for ten million yuan. Look." Xiao Rong's anger turned to joy. She pulled a check out of her purse and handed it to Director Liang, saying, "But I don't quite understand, who are you negotiating business with? Why are you in such a hurry for money?"

Director Liang happily picked Xiao Rong up and said, "Thank you so much! You're a lifesaver!"

"You still

haven't answered me, what's this money for?" Xiao Rong asked again.

"You don't need to ask so many questions, I have my own reasons." Director Liang led Xiao Rong into the room and said, "You sit here first, I'll go talk to the guests."

"So urgent? You don't even have time to be affectionate with me? Brother Bin, I've noticed you've been in a rush lately, and your expression isn't quite right. You haven't been very enthusiastic when you see me. Is there something you're hiding from me? Besides, in this past month, including this ten million, I've written checks for over 150 million yuan for you. You only brought back a few tens of thousands of yuan for travel expenses to offset your accounts. Where did all your money go?" Xiao Rong asked with concern.

"Where did it go? Didn't I give you five million the other day?" Director Liang forced a smile and said.

"That's only five million, what about the remaining one hundred and forty-five million?" Xiao Rong pressed on.

Director Liang remained silent. His spirits gradually waned, his gaze fixed on the wall, empty and lost.

"Tell me, where did all that money go?" Xiao Rong pressed again.

"I gambled it all away! And I lost it all."

Director Liang hardened his heart and told the truth. He clutched his head in anguish, tearing at his hair.

His words were like an atomic bomb, shattering Xiao Rong's spirit.

Wukong, listening from the side, felt a chill run down his spine. My God, one hundred and forty-five million! He actually squandered it all at the gambling table in just one month! He can really lose, and he really dares to lose!

Chapter 120 Using Ghost Money to Buy Chips

Xiao Rong shook Liang Bin's shoulders violently, her voice trembling with tears, "Brother Bin, why are you so foolish? This money is all social security funds! Do you think you can get away with it, lose it all, and then pretend nothing happened? You're so naive! You know this money is the lifeline for elderly people, everyone is very concerned, and the social security bureau has to disclose the use of these funds to the media every year!"

Liang Bin's face was ashen. He desperately tore at his hair, saying, "I know I can't hide it for long, things will eventually come out. On that day, not only will my future be ruined, but I'll also go to jail and be sentenced, maybe even lose my life. I regret it! But can I turn back? Xiao Rong, do you think I can turn back?"

"Turn yourself in! You should turn yourself in immediately and try to get leniency!" Xiao Rong urged.

"Hahaha! Don't be so naive! Surrender? You're doomed!" Liang Bin laughed bitterly a few times, saying, "If I could fill this huge hole, the problem might not be so big. But look, I only have 100,000

yuan left of my entire fortune. How am I going to fill this deadly hole?" Liang Bin pulled out a few chips from his pocket and threw them onto the bed.

"What should we do? What should we do?" Xiao Rong was also panicked and at a loss, muttering.

"There's no way out. Now there's only one way out!" Liang Bin said through gritted teeth, "If things are exposed, you won't be able to escape responsibility either, because you also accepted 5 million yuan from me."

"Oh my god, you gave me that five million! You even said it was money you earned in business. I thought you were using the money for business, but it turns out you spent it all on gambling. I've been so badly deceived!" Xiao Rong said bitterly, tears streaming down her face. "You've gone down a path of no return. You shouldn't have dragged me into this. I'm innocent."

Liang Bin grabbed her hand and said emotionally, "Xiao Rong, in this crisis, I still need your support. Since there's no turning back, we have to go all in and win back the money we've lost. As the saying goes, you have to get up where you fall. I'll win back the money I lost at the gambling table. Doesn't the bureau still have hundreds of billions in its accounts? That's our last lifeline. As long as I can win it back and fill the hole, everything will be alright."

"What if you lose again?" Xiao Rong said irritably.

“Losing a hundred million is death, losing a billion is also death, so let’s die a glorious death! Besides, I, Liang, am blessed with good fortune, and my luck should turn around someday. Look at me, so young yet already wielding great power, my luck is better than many people's, I refuse to believe I’ll always be unlucky. Xiao Rong, the day I rise to prominence, I’ll immediately divorce you and marry you, so you can enjoy endless wealth and luxury,” Liang Bin said confidently.

Xiao Rong sighed softly, thinking to herself: It seems this is the only way! Who told me to be so vain and gamble my emotions on him? Now, Liang Bin is the loser at the gamble, and my situation isn’t much better; I’ve also lost miserably at the gamble of emotions. Seeing that there’s no turning back, I might as well gamble one more time.

“Are you telling the truth?” Xiao Rong asked.

“Absolutely! I swear, if there’s even a single lie, may I be struck by lightning!” Liang Bin hurriedly swore.

"Alright, I'll believe you this once. Let's die together!" Xiao Rong made up her mind.

These two scoundrels

are truly despicable! It seems they've not only lost over a hundred million, but will continue to lose until the day they're exposed. Wukong, listening nearby, was furious. From Xiao Rong's words, he knew this money was the people's livelihood, and they were plotting to reach for this fat piece of meat again. He wished he could take out the golden cudgel from his ear and send these two scoundrels to hell with one blow!

Remembering the Buddha's admonition against indiscriminate killing, Wukong suppressed his anger.

Liang Bin feigned intimacy with Xiao Rong for a while, then pulled away from her embrace, saying, "Wait for me here, I'm going to go and fight again to win the money back!"

"I want to go too! To see the grand spectacle of your high-stakes gambling! Maybe I can even bring you good luck!" Xiao Rong said coquettishly.

Liang Bin hesitated for a moment, then said, "Alright, let's go together then! I hope you bring me good luck!"

With that, the two held hands affectionately and left the room. Wukong followed closely behind, then flew back to the Emperor's Pavilion like an arrow, revealing his true form, and strolled leisurely back to Bajie's side.

"Brother, you spent ages in the toilet, are you constipated?" Bajie whispered in his ear.

"Idiot

, you're the one who's constipated! There were too many people in the latrine, I waited in line for ages! Damn it, I'm so annoyed, I smelled the stench for ages!" Wukong grumbled.

"Hehehe, now that you mention it, I really can smell the stench of the latrine!" Bajie pretended to pinch his bulbous nose.

"Come on, stop pretending to be polite! Even if the latrine stinks, it's not as bad as your smell," Wukong said dismissively.

"My scent?" Pigsy sniffed himself with his big nose and said, "It doesn't seem wrong. I even sprayed cologne this morning! My senior brother is teasing me again. I don't have any unpleasant smell."

"There is. The smell of money!" Monkey said with a grin. "You can smell it from far away." As

the two were chatting and laughing, Liang Bin and Xiao Rong walked in. Everyone at the gambling table looked up and glanced at them. One gambler said, "Hehe, Director Liang, so your God of Wealth is a woman. Hmm, she's quite pretty."

Liang Bin found a seat and said, "It's rare that everyone is still here. Let's continue playing. Hey, you, could you come and get me a check to exchange for chips?

" His gaze was fixed on the duty manager.

"Sure, I'm happy to help!"

The duty manager walked over with a smile. Xiao Rong pulled open her small bag, took out a check, and handed it to him without even looking at it, saying, "Here, this is a check for ten million."

The duty manager took it and couldn't help but burst into laughter, saying, "Hahaha, Miss, you're really joking! You actually tried to fool me with a fifty million denomination of ghost money!"

Xiao Rong looked at it and saw that the duty manager didn't have a check at all, only a brightly colored banknote with "Underworld Bank" written on it. The denomination was indeed large, with seven zeros after the 5.

The gamblers all burst into laughter. Even the dignified dealer couldn't help but chuckle, covering his mouth and turning away to laugh secretly. Wukong was even more overjoyed, smugly pleased with his prank.

Xiao Rong blushed deeply with embarrassment. She hurriedly rummaged through her small handbag, but found nothing. She secretly glanced at Liang Bin, only to see that his face was so dark it seemed like it was about to drip water, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire. Xiao Rong panicked even more, helplessly turning her small handbag inside out, spilling its contents onto the gambling table.

Still, there was no sign of

the checks . A sharp-eyed gambler, however, spotted a box of condoms among the pile of small items.

The gambler let out another malicious laugh. One gambler said sarcastically, "Director Liang, is it really necessary to use so many for one night?"

Xiao Rong was even more embarrassed, hurriedly stuffing everything back into her bag, repeatedly saying, "Impossible! I clearly brought checks, how did they turn into ghost money in the blink of an eye? Isn't this like seeing a ghost?"

Liang Bin snatched the small handbag, threw it on the ground, stomped on it a few times, and said angrily, "I'm the one who's seeing a ghost! No wonder I kept losing today, it turns out it was you, you stinking bitch, who was messing with me!"

Chapter 121 Remnants

Looking at the mangled small handbag on the ground... Xiao Rong, her eyes brimming with tears, choked out, "We've known each other for a year, and you've said so many sweet words, made so many vows of eternal love—it was all a lie! All those vows were illusions; all you care about is money, money, money! Am I really worth less than a few stinking coins?"

Liang Bin, having lost his temper, snatched the 50 million yuan in joss paper from the duty manager's hand, tore it to shreds, and angrily exclaimed, "Look at this! What is this? Are you cursing me to die? Your heart is more venomous than a snake!" He then threw the pieces of paper at her face.

The colorful scraps of paper scattered before Xiao Rong, fluttering like funeral money.

Xiao Rong was utterly devastated; her face turned from red to white, then back to red. Her beautiful face contorted with shame and anger. She gritted her teeth, her jaw clenching, and said fiercely, "I've finally seen your true colors! God, why are all the men I meet so heartless? Why?"

Without warning, she grabbed Liang Bin by the collar, lifted him up, and threw him towards the door. Liang Bin's body arced through the air before crashing heavily to the ground with a dull thud.

This sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard. Only after the thud did their minds snap back to reality, their mouths agape in astonishment.

"Miss, if you two are going to have your fun, please go home and close your room. This is the Century Club. Please have some self-respect and don't disturb other guests!" The duty manager was the first to react, fulfilling his duty.

"Hmph, you're no better! Did you use some trick to switch my check with a piece of ghost money? Confess now, or I'll spare you a beating!" Xiao Rong said fiercely.

The duty manager was so angry he could barely speak, stammering, "How can you be so unreasonable? It was clearly you who brought that ghost money here, all the guests in the room saw it clearly, and now you're turning around and accusing me, it's outrageous!"

"Hmph, no matter how eloquently you speak, you can't hide the fact that you used underhanded tricks!

I personally stamped the check, how could there be a mistake?" Without another word, Xiao Rong did the same, throwing the duty manager several feet away. Then she gave Liang Bin a venomous look, turned around and left through the door.

"I'm going out for a bit." Wukong followed her out the door.

Xiao Rong's steps were quick and graceful; she didn't take the elevator, but instead walked directly down the fire escape, drifting down like a gust of wind. Wukong hurried to catch up, saying, "Miss, please wait!"

Xiaorong stopped, turned around, and stared at Wukong, asking in surprise, "What is it?"

Wukong exaggeratedly sniffed and laughed, saying, "There's a demonic aura about you. You're not human. Where did you come from?"

Xiaorong was startled, her face changing drastically. She said, "And who are you, you stinking Taoist priest from which temple? Talking nonsense here! Being too clever for your own good is never a good thing. Those who know too much often die the earliest!"

"Haha, I'm not some stinking Taoist priest. Open your eyes and look, who am I?" Wukong wiped his face, revealing his true appearance. Xiao Rong looked up, her face paling, and she trembled as she said, "You...you are the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Sun Wukong?"

"That's right! Hahaha

, you have good eyesight, you actually recognize your Grandpa Sun!" Wukong laughed, "Since you recognize me, why don't you quickly reveal your true form?"

"Hmph, Sun Wukong, others may fear you, but I don't! If you have the guts, go out and fight three hundred rounds!" Xiao Rong shuddered, transformed into a white light, and rushed out of the window.

"Good demon! Indeed, you have some skill!" Wukong exclaimed in praise and also leaped out to chase after her.

Wukong rode his somersault cloud, as if strolling in a garden, extremely relaxed. He wanted to follow Xiao Rong all the way to her lair, so he wasn't in a hurry to intercept her, but simply followed closely.

Reaching the foot of a mountain, Xiao Rong stopped. Beneath the rocky cliff, a cave appeared. There, before the cliff, were pairs of strange rocks; within the forest, pairs of secluded birds roamed. Foxes and rabbits darted about, while deer and musk deer fought bravely. Above the cave entrance were six large characters: Yellow Wind Ridge, Yellow Wind Cave.

"Sun Wukong, do you still recognize this Yellow Wind Cave?" Xiao Rong asked, stopping before the cave.

"Haha, familiar, familiar!" Wukong laughed. "Back then, I, Old Sun, was tricked by the Yellow Wind Monster here. His strange wind made my eyes sting, but thankfully, the 'Three Flowers and Nine Sons Ointment' from the Protectorate of the Temple

cured my constant tearing in the wind. Later, thanks to the Bodhisattva Lingji's help, the Yellow Wind Monster was captured, and he was taken to see the Buddha. I remember this grudge vividly. It's just a pity I didn't burn this Yellow Wind Cave down back then!"

"Your memory is indeed excellent! Today you've delivered yourself to our doorstep, so let's settle our old scores!" Xiao Rong said fiercely.

"Old scores? What's your connection with the Yellow Wind Monster?" Wukong asked.

"Hmph, I am the wife of the Yellow Wind Cave Master! If it weren't for you, you demon monkey, interfering, my husband and I would still be living a carefree, immortal life! It was your meddling that led to my husband's capture and handing him over to Buddha, preventing me from seeing him for over a thousand years! I was fortunate enough to escape your clutches back then, and I've been waiting for your appearance all this time. Heaven have mercy, I've finally waited for you!" Xiao Rong's phoenix eyes flashed with a cold light.

"Hehe, as the saying goes, 'If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back in the spring breeze.' Back then, you caught a yellow-haired weed, but you missed his old flame, who has now run off to the mortal realm to be someone else's lover! It seems you're also an unfaithful female demon.

Very well, let's catch you both, so you won't harm the mortal realm again." Wukong laughed.

"Hmph, what a boastful tone! Enough nonsense, you just wait!" The female demon blushed and turned to enter the cave. A short while later, they returned, now fully armed, wielding a three-pronged steel fork, followed by a troop of demons—foxes, rabbits, deer, musk deer, and the like—who fluttered and cheered around the female demon.

Wukong looked at the female demon; she wore a golden helmet and robe, deerskin boots, and a brocade apron, holding a three-pronged steel fork, and appeared quite dashing.

"Good demon! Not only is her attire the same, but her weapon is also the same as the Yellow Wind Demon's!" Wukong exclaimed. Then, he took his golden cudgel from his ear, swung it in the wind, and it shrank to the thickness of a bowl. Holding it firmly in his hand, he roared, "You wicked creature, prepare to die!"

The female demon charged forward with her fork, aiming to stab Wukong in the chest. Wukong remained calm, wielding his Ruyi Jingu Bang, deflecting the fork, and then striking at his head. The two exchanged blows, fork and cudgel, fighting for thirty rounds without a clear victor. Sometimes they fought fiercely on the ground, sometimes they soared into the air, while the demons on the ground cheered and shouted encouragement.

Wukong hadn't fought so exhilaratingly in a long time, and he wielded his Ruyi

Jingu Bang with ferocious power. The demoness's attacks gradually slowed, her panting heavily, and she slowly began to lose ground. Fear gripped her heart, and she retreated several steps, her eyes wide. Strangely enough, those eyes suddenly turned bloodshot, like two fireballs spewing forth a torrent of flames.

In an instant, waves of heat surged, and flames roared. Although Wukong had spent forty-nine days in Laozi's alchemy furnace and was practically immune to fire, the flames spewing from the demoness's eyes possessed immense power. Wukong felt a tightness in his chest and quickly leaped away, already eight hundred miles away.

"Hahaha, if you'd been any later, I'd have turned you into a roasted monkey!" the demoness laughed triumphantly, yet with a hint of regret. She had thought she could succeed in one strike, but he had escaped; what a pity.

"Your Majesty is mighty! Your Majesty is invincible!" The demons cheered in unison, surrounding the female demon as she returned to her cave to celebrate.

Chapter 122 Fierce Battle.

Wukong landed eight hundred miles away, secretly relieved. "Damn it," he thought, "that female demon really is quite skilled. Luckily I dodged quickly, otherwise my Fiery Eyes would have suffered again." It turned out that the Great Sage wasn't afraid of fire, only smoke. When he wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, Laozi put him in the Eight Trigrams Furnace and refined him for forty-nine days. His body wasn't burned, but the smoke stirred up by the wind gave him Fiery Eyes, which is why he's afraid of smoke ever since.

The raging fire spewing from the female demon's eyes, accompanied by billowing smoke, made Wukong feel suffocated. He wondered, "What kind of magic does this female demon use to spew such raging fire from her eyes?" He decided to go find the local earth god and ask him. So, he somersaulted back to the Yellow Wind Cave. The cave was deserted; there wasn't a trace of the demons. They must have all gone back to their caves to celebrate.

Wukong chanted an incantation to summon the Earth God. The Earth God was chatting idly with his wife in the City God Temple when he suddenly stood up in a panic.

"Old man, where are you going? Why are you in such a hurry? We were chatting just now, and now you're all rushing around like this. Is something urgent happening?" the Earth God's wife asked curiously.

"Oh dear, you don't know, it's even more terrifying than something urgent! The Great Sage Equaling Heaven, who once wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, urgently summoned me. I can't delay; if I'm even a step late, I'll be beaten by him," the Earth God said in a trembling voice.

"Really? You're so old, do you think he'll actually hit you?" the Earth God's wife asked incredulously.

"Ahem, it's hard to say. When that fellow gets angry, he doesn't even give face to the Emperor of Heaven. I'd better hurry over," the Earth God said.

Before long, the old earth god knelt trembling before Wukong, saying, "I didn't know the Great Sage was coming. I'm so sorry for not welcoming you properly!"

"Earth god, there's no need for such formalities. Get up and answer me. I want to ask you, what kind of monster lives in this Yellow Wind Cave? Tell me the truth quickly, or I'll beat you!" Wukong said.

The Earth Demon trembled violently, saying, “Yes, Great Sage, please listen to me. This Yellow Wind Cave is inhabited by the cunning rabbit spirit, the former lover of the Yellow Wind Demon. Many years ago, after the Yellow Wind Demon was subdued by the Great Sage and Bodhisattva Lingji, and sent to the Buddha, this cunning rabbit spirit escaped. Since then, she has lived in this cave, gathering foxes, deer, and roe deer, diligently practicing demonic arts, and mastering two powerful techniques. One is the art of seduction,

which she uses to lure young men into the human world, draining their yang energy to replenish their yin. In less than two years, men she entangles become emaciated and barely recognizable as human. Meanwhile, her power grows daily.”

“Oh, no wonder Liang Bin’s complexion is gloomy, as if corrupted by demonic energy. He was cast a spell by this thousand-year-old female demon. And what is the other one?” Wukong asked.

"Another skill she possesses is the ability to breathe fire from her eyes. The fire she spews from her eyes can melt steel, possessing immense destructive power. No demon within hundreds of miles can rival her; they all obediently submit and obey her commands," the local earth god said.

"Hmm, I understand. That's all for you here. You can go!" Wukong waved his hand and said. The earth god felt as if he had been granted a pardon and took his leave to return to his City God Temple.

Having ascertained the female demon's background, Wukong thought to himself that she was merely a cunning rabbit spirit. Although her cultivation was profound, she was not to be feared. As long as he didn't give her a chance to breathe or unleash her fire attack, he should be able to capture her easily.

Having made up his mind, Wukong walked to the entrance of the Yellow Wind Cave, only to find the cave door tightly closed. Wukong took out his golden cudgel, waved it in the wind, and it shrunk to the size of a bowl. He casually struck the stone door with the cudgel, and with a muffled thud,

a large hole appeared in the thick stone door.

"Cunning rabbit spirit, have the guts to come out and fight again!" Wukong shouted loudly from outside the door.

The cunning rabbit spirit was celebrating wildly with her demons in her cave when she heard a loud crash at the entrance, followed by Wukong's shouts. Enraged, she raised an eyebrow and snarled, "You impudent monkey! That fire didn't kill him, and now he dares to come back and challenge us! Minions, pack your weapons and come with me! Let's see how I deal with this impudent monkey!"

"Alright! With the King on the front lines, victory is assured!" the demons cheered in unison.

The cunning rabbit spirit, fully armed and still wielding her three-pronged steel fork, strode confidently out of the cave.

"You impudent monkey, you've wantonly chopped down my door! What is your punishment?" the rabbit spirit demanded in a sweet voice.

"Heh heh, I'll not only chop down your cave door, but I'll also burn your entire cave down to the ground, leaving you nowhere to hide! If you know what's good for you, quickly reveal your true form, repent, and perhaps you'll be spared!" Wukong said sternly.

"Hahaha, what a joke! A defeated opponent dares to boast of bravery? Fine, I'll fight you again!" With that, she thrust forward with her three-pronged steel fork. Wukong used his golden cudgel to parry the fork and met her attack head-on.

The cunning rabbit demon was equally formidable, unleashing her full strength and engaging Wukong in a fierce battle for twenty rounds. Then, she retreated, attempting to repeat her old trick of attacking Wukong with fire. Wukong was prepared and gave her no chance to catch her breath. He pressed forward, raising his cudgel to strike.

Seeing the situation was dire, the cunning rabbit demon cried out, "What are you all standing there for? Come and help!"

Hearing the command, the demons shouted and rushed forward, brandishing their swords and cudgels, entangling Wukong. Enraged by the entanglement, Wukong plucked a hair from his body, chewed it, spat it out, and it transformed into countless monkey demons, who then gave the demons a sound beating.

The cunning rabbit spirit managed to break free from the battle. Looking at Wukong, she opened her mouth three times, exhaled a breath, and suddenly a gust of yellow wind rose from the sky. This yellow wind blew the little monkey spirit that Wukong had transformed into, making it sway in mid-air. Wukong quickly retrieved the monkey spirit and, alone, raised his golden cudgel to fight. The rabbit spirit again blew a mouthful of yellow wind at his face, forcing his fiery eyes to close tightly, preventing him from opening them. He quickly leaped a thousand miles away. The rabbit spirit smiled triumphantly and withdrew the wind, returning to her cave.

Wukong gritted his teeth in anger.

He hadn't expected the rabbit spirit to not only be able to use demonic fire but also to have learned the Yellow Wind Monster's special skills; she was indeed quite capable. In another battle, the rabbit spirit would surely use her demonic fire and yellow wind to attack him again. Since she was a cunning rabbit spirit, hunting dogs were her natural enemy. He might as well go to Erlang Shen and borrow his divine dog.

Having made up his mind, Wukong somersaulted to the mouth of the Guanjiang River in Guanzhou, straight to the temple of the True Lord. A ghostly judge guarding the gate relayed the message: "The Victorious Fighting Buddha has come to visit!" Wukong chuckled inwardly; "Victorious Fighting Buddha" sounded awkward, while the title "Great Sage Equal to Heaven" sounded much more impressive. He really wanted to tell him to change his address

. Erlang Shen and his brothers immediately went out to greet him. Years ago, when Wukong wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, Erlang Shen had been ordered to engage in a spectacular battle with him. After many years apart, their reunion was filled with mutual respect. Erlang Shen embraced Wukong warmly, saying, "Brother, what brings you here today? You actually have the leisure to visit me."

"Hehe, I wouldn't come to the temple without a reason.

I've come to borrow something from you," Wukong said bluntly. "Straightforward! I like your straightforward nature! Tell me, what do you need?" Erlang Shen chuckled. They welcomed Wukong into the temple and offered him fragrant tea.

"It's like this," Wukong began, "I encountered a rather troublesome matter in the mortal realm. Back then, at Huangfeng Ridge..." He then explained the purpose of his visit.

"Oh, you want to borrow my divine hound?" Erlang Shen asked.

"Yes, that female monster is a cunning rabbit spirit; your divine hound should be able to subdue her," Wukong replied.

"No problem. Exorcising demons and subduing monsters is our duty, and I will certainly do it without hesitation! However," Erlang Shen pondered, "my hound, the Roaring Heaven Divine Hound, is inseparable from me. For this battle, I'll go with you!"

"Even better! Let's not delay, let's set off!" Wukong said happily.

Chapter 123: The Cunning Rabbit's Thousand Caves.

Erlang Shen summoned his six brothers from Meishan—Kang, Zhang, Yao, and Li, the four Grand Marshals, and Guo, Shen, Zhi, and Jian, the two Generals—and gathered them before the hall, saying, "The Victorious Fighting Buddha has come to invite me to Huangfeng Ridge to subdue the cunning rabbit spirit. Who among you is willing to go with me?" All the brothers responded in unison, happy to go with Wukong.

Erlang Shen was pleased and ordered his troops to guard the temple of the True Lord. He and his brothers followed Wukong, riding hawks and leading dogs, nocking crossbows and drawing bows, riding auspicious clouds, and in an instant crossed the Eastern Ocean, arriving at Huangfeng Ridge.

Upon reaching Huangfeng Cave, they found the cave entrance tightly shut, the breach Wukong had made in the south still intact, but the cunning rabbit and the fox demon were nowhere to be seen. General Guo Shen said, "True Lord, word may have leaked out. The cunning rabbit demon knew you were coming to subdue her and fled. Look, there isn't even a single little demon guarding the door."

"Hehe, it couldn't be that word leaked out! That female demon is too arrogant, thinking I wouldn't dare bother her again, so she's having a wild party inside!" Wukong said. "Listen carefully, you can hear the sound of drinking games inside!"

Everyone listened carefully, and indeed, they could faintly hear a commotion coming from inside. Erlang Shen said to Wukong, "Brother, please go and lure the cunning rabbit spirit

out. With the divine hound here, she might flee at the mere mention of our name, making it harder to capture her. If you lure her out of the cave, I have a way to make her submit."

"Alright, I'll go lure that female demon out right now," Wukong said, descending from the clouds and walking straight to the cave entrance. He took his golden cudgel from his ear, swung it around, and it shrank to the thickness of a bowl. He struck the stone door, and with a muffled thud, another large hole appeared in the thick stone door, rendering it useless—not even able to provide shelter from the wind or rain, let alone defense.

Looking through the broken doorway, the space inside was spacious. The cunning rabbit spirit was reveling with a group of demons, all of them bare-chested, embracing and kissing—a scene of extreme lewdness and obscenity. The cunning rabbit spirit, her face flushed with drink, nestled in the arms of a male demon.

"Tch, you've offended my eyes!" Wukong spat on the ground and shouted, "Listen up, you cunning rabbit! Your grandpa Sun is back! Come out here obediently, don't be a coward!"

The cunning rabbit spirit, caught up in the excitement, was instantly dampened by Wukong's antics. She covered her chest and said angrily, "You wretched monkey, you're really troublesome! I was going to let you go, but you

insisted on coming to your death! Don't go, see how I deal with you when I get out!"

The cunning rabbit spirit, fully armed and wielding a three-pronged steel fork, emerged from the cave. Seeing the cave entrance shattered beyond recognition, she became even more enraged, hands on her hips, and cursed fiercely, "You wretched monkey, you've come to my Yellow Wind Cave to cause trouble time and time again! Are you tired of living? Since you don't want to live, I'll grant your wish!"

Wukong chuckled and said, "Shameless demon, don't talk big! Prepare to die!"

The cunning rabbit spirit, enraged, laughed instead, saying, "I admire your courage. Is this what you call facing death without fear?" She thrust her three-pronged steel fork towards Wukong's chest, but Wukong blocked it with his staff and then struck him on the head.

The two fought for more than ten rounds. The cunning rabbit spirit retreated a few steps, opened its mouth, and was about to spew out yellow wind. Wukong leaped dozens of feet away, saying, "You wicked monster! You're trying to use underhanded tricks to harm your Grandpa Sun again! I won't fall for your tricks!"

The cunning rabbit spirit thought Wukong had been defeated and chased after him, cursing, "You impudent monkey, where do you think you're going! You've come to my Yellow Wind Cave to cause trouble time and time again, this time I absolutely won't let you go! No matter where you run to, I'll catch you!"

Wukong saw that she

had fallen for his trick, looked up at the sky, and said, "Is Erlang Shen here?"

"Haha, I'm here," Erlang Shen said loudly from the clouds. Erlang Shen descended from the clouds and stood firmly on the ground with his six brothers. His divine dog, whose fur stood on end and whose eyes were wide open, stared at the cunning rabbit spirit.

The cunning rabbit spirit was startled. She saw that this divine dog was huge and powerful, with an imposing aura and a majestic presence. A chill ran through her heart. Shocked and furious, she said to Wukong, "Hmph, I never thought you, you wretched monkey, would be so despicable as to bring helpers! Who are you? State your name!"

"Haha, you don't even recognize me? You wretched creature, you're truly ignorant! Stand firm and listen carefully, I am Erlang Shen, the nephew of the Jade Emperor. Surrender now, you cunning rabbit spirit, or I'll spare your life!" Erlang Shen shouted. "Otherwise, without us lifting a finger, this divine dog beside me will tear you to shreds!"

"Oh, so it's Erlang Shen. I've heard the name before, but this is the first time I've seen him in person. I suppose you're just like this wretched monkey, all talk and no action! You're talking big too soon! I'm not afraid of your numbers; if you've got the guts, come at

me side by side." Although the cunning rabbit spirit was secretly alarmed, she didn't mince words.

"You stubborn monster!" Erlang Shen pointed at the cunning rabbit spirit and said, "Even on the verge of death, you still show no remorse. Prepare to die!"

"Hehe, let's see who goes to the Yellow Springs first!" The cunning rabbit spirit's eyes widened, and she opened her mouth. In an instant, two raging flames mixed with a rolling yellow wind rushed towards them. Sand and stones flew everywhere, and the heat wave was overwhelming.

"Wow, good heavens!" Wukong and Erlang Shen dodged it with a leap.

Just then, the divine dog beside Erlang Shen roared, leaped up, and charged straight at the raging flames and wind like lightning.

The cunning rabbit spirit was caught off guard and hurriedly withdrew the wind, raising her steel fork to stab at the divine dog. The divine dog roared and leaped around her, making the cunning rabbit spirit flustered and panting heavily. While battling the divine dog, she glanced at Wukong and his companions. Seeing Wukong descend from the sky wielding his iron cudgel, the cunning rabbit spirit completely lost its will to fight, dropping its steel fork and rolling away, disappearing without a trace.

Wukong, having missed his target, thought, "That cunning rabbit spirit must have fled back to its lair for refuge!" He grabbed his golden cudgel and headed towards the Yellow Wind Cave. Upon reaching the cave entrance, a group of demons saw Wukong approaching with an air of superiority, but the cunning rabbit spirit was nowhere to be seen. Realizing something was wrong, they panicked and fled in all directions.

Wukong gave chase, wielding his golden cudgel, fighting one by one, two by two. Soon, the ground was littered with the corpses of lesser demons, who, after revealing their true forms, were nothing more than foxes, deer, and roe deer.

Wukong and Erlang Shen stormed into the cave, killing the lesser demons who had fled in panic. However, after searching the entire Yellow Wind Cave, they couldn't even find a trace of the cunning rabbit spirit.

"How strange, where did that female demon go?" Wukong wondered.

"Perhaps she escaped somewhere else! Let's work together to find her. We're not afraid she'll escape to the ends of the earth," Erlang Shen said. "The divine dog has a very keen nose. No matter how well she hides, we can still find her."

Erlang Shen led the divine dog to search the vicinity for a while. The dog sniffed here and there, looking a little confused.

"Strange, that female demon seems to be able to hide her scent. Even the divine dog seems to have no way to detect it," Erlang Shen said.

"I'll summon the local earth deity and ask him," Wukong said. Then he chanted

an incantation and summoned the earth deity.

"Old earth deity, you are in charge of this area. You should know where that cunning rabbit demon might be hiding besides this Yellow Wind Cave?" Wukong asked him.

"I know. This cunning rabbit spirit is very sly. Besides this Yellow Wind Cave, she has countless other caves where she hides. There are so many that even this old man can't count them all," the Earth God answered truthfully.

"Oh, people say 'a cunning rabbit has three burrows,' but this cunning rabbit spirit has not only three burrows, but also hundreds, even thousands!" Wukong slammed his golden cudgel on the ground and said angrily.

Chapter 124 A Hot Potato

Wukong slammed his golden cudgel on the ground, startling the old local earth god. He trembled and stammered, "Great Sage, please calm down! I'll go and investigate diligently. If I find any news of the cunning rabbit spirit, I'll report to you immediately!"

"Old earth god," Wukong commanded, "this area, spanning hundreds of miles, is supposed to be your jurisdiction. You can't even find the hiding place of a cunning rabbit? Besides the rabbit spirit's cunning, it's also due to your laziness. If it were my usual self, I would have given you a good beating! But since you're willing to atone for your sins, I'll remember this beating! Go back quickly and investigate carefully. Report back to me immediately if you find any clues!"

"Certainly, certainly!" the earth god nodded frantically.

"That hateful cunning rabbit spirit! Could the great fire that struck Flower Fruit Mountain five hundred years ago have been her doing?" Wukong said angrily. "Because I once captured the Yellow Wind Monster with Bodhisattva Lingji, the cunning rabbit spirit held a grudge and burned my Flower Fruit Mountain down. Is that true?"

"

Great Sage, please understand, Flower Fruit Mountain is not under my jurisdiction. I dare not speak falsely," the local deity said.

Wukong chuckled. The Yellow Wind Cave was far from Flower Fruit Mountain, so the old deity obviously didn't know, and asking was pointless. So he said, "Hehe, I was just asking casually. The truth will have to be revealed after we capture the cunning rabbit spirit and interrogate her slowly. My poor monkey descendants are displaced and their whereabouts unknown. If it was the cunning rabbit spirit who committed this sin, then she deserves to die a hundred times over."

Wukong asked about the surrounding area, but seeing that he couldn't get any answers, he waved his hand and sent the local deity away. The local deity bid farewell to Wukong, Erlang Shen, and the others, and shakily returned to his City God Temple.

Wukong shaded his eyes with his hand, his fiery eyes wide, trying to find the cunning rabbit spirit's hiding place. However, after a long search, he only shook his head in disappointment, muttering to himself, "Strange, usually demons' hiding places are filled with demonic energy, why doesn't this cunning rabbit spirit seem to have that? Could it be that her cultivation is so profound that she can hide her demonic energy?"

"What should we do?" Erlang Shen asked.

"For now, there really isn't a way

. She won't show her face, and the divine hound can't find her. Let's wait for the local deity to find her lair before making a decision," Wukong said.

"We were careless. We thought we could subdue her with just the divine dog, and we didn't set up a proper formation, allowing the female monster to escape. It's a real failure," said Erlang Shen.

"Yes, we didn't expect that female monster to have some skill. However, I must capture her myself!" Wukong vowed.

"Brother, it seems the cunning rabbit spirit won't dare show her face for a while. We're useless here. We should return to Guanjiang Estuary first," said Erlang Shen.

"Thank you for your trouble!" Wukong bowed and said, "I'm truly sorry to have troubled you all."

"Not at all. Subduing demons is our duty! If you need anything in the future, just let us know," said Erlang Shen.

Wukong bid farewell to Erlang Shen and his six brothers. Erlang Shen and the others rode away on auspicious clouds, and Wukong also somersaulted back to the Century Club.

Back at the Emperor's Pavilion, Bajie and Wei Xiang were still waiting there.

"Brother, you've been gone for ages! Where have you been

? I've been waiting!" Bajie complained. "Did you see Liang Bin's girlfriend and decide you were chasing after her relentlessly?"

"You idiot, I'm not as lecherous as you!" Wukong laughed. "But you're half right, I did go after her." "

Hehe, you were right! Brother, you're so naughty." Bajie blinked and said flirtatiously. "Let

's go, we've been looking for ages, our eyes are sore!" Wei Xiang suggested.

"Alright, let's go to the restaurant." Cai Pei said. The four of them left the Emperor's Pavilion and sat down in the restaurant on the ninth floor.

The waiters all recognized Wei Xiang, and they were all very respectful, making the atmosphere in the restaurant much more solemn.

"Hehe, Little Wei, it seems the waiters are all afraid of you. Look, they don't even dare to look at you." Bajie chuckled.

Wei Xiang forced a smile and said, "It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that I spend a lot of time with them, so they respect me."

Wukong laughed and said, "It's probably because you usually punish them so much that they're afraid of you, that's why they 'respect' you like this."

The floor manager, dressed in a black suit and skirt, came over to greet them solicitously and said to Bajie, "Boss Pig, are you here for dinner?"

"Of course I'm here for dinner. Arrange a good room for Boss Pig to eat here. Tell the chefs in the kitchen to be on their best and use their skills to make a good impression on Boss Pig," Wei Xiang said seriously.

The four of them were led to a private room by the floor manager and sat down. Bajie laughed and said, "Big Brother, that Liang Bin's woman is so pretty, you chased her for so long, did you win her over?"

"What are you thinking, you lecher! Let me tell you the story slowly. Hey, where's Liang Bin? Wasn't he lying on the ground just now? It seems like he disappeared from the Emperor's Pavilion earlier," Wukong asked.

"Just now? It's been almost half a day! He's been to the hospital by now. Good heavens, that woman was ruthless, and incredibly strong. With a casual throw, she broke several of Liang Bin's ribs. He'll probably be in the hospital for a month or two!" Bajie chuckled.

"The club has lost another big spender! He still owes the club ten million yuan. This is going to be a problem. Who knows when we'll be able to collect that debt. It's all

that woman's fault. Why did she have to be so rough?" Wei Xiang said.

"You still expect him to throw money into the casino? That's all the people's hard-earned money!" Wukong glared at Wei Xiang.

"But we generally don't care where his money comes from. We only care if he has money in his pocket to exchange for chips," Wei Xiang said with a smile.

"We don't care if his money is stolen, robbed, or embezzled?" Wukong asked.

“We can’t control it, and we can’t manage it. We can’t possibly investigate where people’s money comes from. So, casinos are the ideal place for money laundering. Besides, there are plenty of people like Liang Bin. Just ask anyone in the VIP room, and they could be a powerful official.” Wei Xiang explained, “Besides officials, there are also many big spenders in the VIP rooms: real estate tycoons, underworld bosses, drug lords… all sorts of people. Where does their money come from? Do we dare ask?”

“Hehe, Bajie, it seems you’ve picked up a hot potato this time,” Wukong said, looking at Bajie.

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