Yang Jian's words did not entirely convince Wu Xian to open the box. If the opponent won, they would have to pay money, and if they lost, they would surely renege and cause trouble. This was not beneficial for the Emperor Company. Such situations also occurred in the casinos of Hancheng, where gambling companies usually stepped in to resolve them.
The Emperor Company generally did not get involved in such disputes unless they were directly targeted.
Seeing Yang Jian's composure, Wu Wangchun patted Wu Xian's shoulder, "Open it. If we win this hundred thousand, we'll claim it from the gambling company."
Yang Jian nodded, "Right, come to me."
Wu Xian finally reached for the teacup on the gambling table and confirmed, "Boss, this lighter is worth a hundred thousand. If you have no other intentions, I'll open it?"
"That's right, a hundred thousand. Open it."
The flat-haired young man remained very calm.
"Bets are placed, open the dealer, four points and a pair, double win."
As Wu Xian opened the teacup, he felt a bit dejected. They had actually lost to the opponent. Without any initial stake, they had won a hundred thousand. This young man was indeed lucky.
"Boss Hu, you're amazing."
The young men following the flat-haired one were all excited.
Wu Xian handed the hundred thousand cash to the flat-haired young man. The rest of the money on the table was handled by the dealers on both sides for payouts.
The young man surnamed Hu took the cash, pulled out over ten thousand from a stack of ten-thousand-yuan bills, crumpled it into a ball, and tossed it towards Yang Jian. "Boss, a drink on me."
Guests were guests. Since the other party wasn't causing trouble, Yang Jian naturally responded with a smile and tossed him a pack of cigarettes. "Boss Hu, you're amazing."
As the next round began, the young man surnamed Hu gave the opened ten thousand to his companions behind him to divide equally, and then bet the remaining ninety thousand all on doubles.
Since the other party was playing with cash, Wu Xian said nothing and directly opened the dealer.
"Bets are placed, open the dealer, two, five, seven points, single win."
The young man surnamed Hu did not have such good luck this time, losing all ninety thousand yuan. However, he showed no regret, calmly smoking a cigarette and waiting for the next round to begin.
"Betting on doubles again, one hundred thousand."
As soon as Wu Xian finished shaking the dice, the young man surnamed Hu tossed his lighter onto the table again, still betting on doubles.
"Bets are placed, open the dealer, two, three, five points, single win."
As Wu Xian opened the teacup, everyone's eyes were fixed on the young man surnamed Hu. He had lost this round and was supposed to give a hundred thousand yuan to the Emperor.
"Why are you looking at me? You won. The lighter is yours. This lighter is very expensive, it's windproof."
The young man surnamed Hu looked at Wu Xian mockingly. The latter was waiting for him to produce the money.
Wu Xian, having a short temper, suddenly stood up. "Are you playing me?"
Before he could make a move, Wu Wangchun held him down and looked at Yang Jian.
The young man surnamed Hu arrogantly took out a handgun and placed it on the table. "How am I playing you? I'm gambling with the lighter, what's wrong with that?"
With a gun out, the gamblers instantly panicked and backed away. This was a homemade handgun, prone to accidental discharge. Who wouldn't be scared?
Yu Feng, sitting beside Yang Jian, trembled but saw Yang Jian's calm expression. "Brother, you're deliberately looking for trouble, aren't you? You still have a chance to make amends if you take out the hundred thousand yuan now. Otherwise, you won't be leaving this ancestral hall."
"Who the hell do you think you are? Believe it or not, I'll kill you."
The young man surnamed Hu reached for the gun to deal with Yang Jian, but suddenly felt something hard pressed against his head.
"Move again, and I'll blow your head off."
Biao Biao, who was sitting next to the young man surnamed Hu, had a five-shot rifle pressed against his temple.
At the same time, Liang Liang led his men rushing in from behind. With a few blows, they knocked the other young men to the ground. The opponents didn't even have a chance to resist.
The young man surnamed Hu indeed dared not move, but his mouth was still defiant. "What do you want? We are people of Brother Bao and Hong Xing. If you dare to touch me today, you won't have a place to stand in the entire Xinhe."
Before he finished speaking, Yang Jian, who had already walked behind him, grabbed his neck and pressed his head onto the gambling table. Biao Biao retracted his rifle and pocketed the opponent's handgun.
"You pointed a gun at me? The first one who pointed a gun at me, Cao Wu, is still in a wheelchair. Are your bones harder than his?"
Yang Jian pressed his head with his right hand and patted his face with his left.
"You, who are you?"
"Don't worry about who I am. First, tell me if you can produce this hundred thousand yuan?"
"I have no money, I can't produce it."
Yang Jian slammed his head against the table. "You have no money but you're so defiant? Who gave you the guts to cause trouble? What's your name? Have your brothers call. Get your boss to send money, or you won't leave. If I don't see the money within half an hour, I'll break all your legs and hand you over to the police. You're illegally possessing a firearm, which should get you at least five years, right?"
"I, my name is Er Ping, no, my name is Hu Ping. Let me go, I'll call someone to send money right away."
"You are Er Ping?"
Yang Jian suddenly remembered that San Pang had mentioned Er Ping had gone to their house with Bao Guo. Now he had delivered himself to their doorstep. With a wave, Liang Liang walked over.
"Break his legs."
Yang Jian said, throwing Hu Ping to the ground. Liang Liang struck his knee with a club.
With a scream, Hu Ping writhed on the ground in pain.
The surrounding onlookers were all silent with fear. The entrance was blocked, and no one could leave.
"Who among you is calling? If the money isn't delivered today, you'll all share his fate."
Yang Jian pointed at the other five men.
A young man in a black mink coat trembled all over. "I'll call, I'll call! I'll have my boss come over."
Hu Ping's cries of pain alerted the gamblers outside, including Song Jianhao, who all rushed over. However, they were blocked by people Liang Liang had called, and only Song Jianhao was allowed to enter.
Seeing the people lying on the ground, Song Jianhao's face changed drastically. "What's going on?"
Biao Biao took out the handgun and said, "This guy came here with a gun to cause trouble, gambling with a lighter. He lost a hundred thousand and refused to pay. Brother Jian told them to call for money."
"Whose people are they? You're too rough. I'm afraid it will be difficult to clean up."
Although Song Jianhao had been involved in the underworld for decades, he had lost his dominance long ago. He rarely offended people and relied on his smooth dealings to navigate between various forces, without making enemies.
"Brother Hao, I'll handle this. If you're not comfortable, you can step aside."
Yang Jian was somewhat disappointed by Hao Ge's reaction. This was happening right at his doorstep, and he was acting so timid when someone came to cause trouble. He even had the nerve to run a casino.
Song Jianhao felt a bit awkward, unsure whether to stay or leave.
"Biao Biao, take all of them to the side room. No one leaves until the money is seen."
Yang Jian then took out a cigarette and apologized to Wu Wangchun and the other bosses. "Gentlemen, I apologize. There was a minor incident. If you wish to continue playing, please do. I, Yang Jian, guarantee that no one will harm you, and the games will be fair and just throughout."
Song Jianmin nudged his brother. Song Jianhao quickly passed out cigarettes to everyone and then instructed the other inner hall staff to clear the tables and chairs, preparing to resume gambling.