Chapter 178 — A Turn at the Table

The fact that Park Chul-nam had demanded a life-or-death gamble right from the start had already roused Yang Ce's suspicions. This was only a friendly match—there was no deep grudge between them, so wasn't staking their lives a bit of a joke?

And if he really did stake his life every time he gambled, that made no sense either. Why hadn't he wagered his life when he gambled with Alice earlier? Besides, if he truly staked his life every single time, he probably would not have lived this long. Did he think he was some invincible general?

Yang Ce figured that Park Chul-nam had never lost a single time since he entered the gambling world, and that he was only ranked second in the Asian King of Gamblers tournament—meaning there was still someone stronger than him. Yet he was still alive and well.

So this way of gambling of his had already put Yang Ce on his guard. Though Yang Ce always appeared utterly lazy and casual, in truth he never stopped paying attention to this fellow's every move. When Park Chul-nam drew the gun, Yang Ce had seen the pistol in his pocket and struck first, snatching it from him.

For a killer like Yang Ce, pulling off that whole sequence of moves was child's play—there was no technical difficulty to it at all, nothing but simplicity itself.

Alice pursed her lips and gave a look to the bodyguard beside her.

With a crack of gunfire, Park Chul-nam collapsed into a pool of blood.

"Who fired that shot?" Yang Wenru frowned and demanded, his tone edged with displeasure.