Thinking of this, Ling Zhenfei walked to the place where chips were exchanged and exchanged for over ten thousand yuan in chips, which was more than enough for him, perhaps even more than he needed.

After looking at the available games, Ling Zhenfei headed towards one of the solo games to test his skills first.

Ling Zhenfei had been to casinos before; though there were significant differences, there were many similarities, almost the same but with slight variations.

After making a round inside the casino, Ling Zhenfei had seen most of the games being played and had learned the rules fairly well.

With over ten chips in his hand, he found a solo game to try his skills, the dart roulette game, which seemed very interesting.

A large wheel was divided into irregular sections with numbers ranging from 0 to 10 labeled on it. The players, standing three to four meters away, threw darts at the wheel.

Each player threw three darts and looked at the total numbers. If it exceeded eighteen, the bet was doubled; if all three darts hit ten, the thirty-point prize was doubled. If it was below eighteen, the money was lost.

Though it seemed very simple, some people could not even hit the wheel, let alone win the prizes offered.

But such things naturally did not trouble him. Throwing darts was incredibly simple for him. He could casually throw three darts and hit ten each time if he wanted to.

However, always scoring ten seemed too fake, and with not many people around, it wouldn't cause much of a stir.

He wore a mask the entire time, which made Ling Zhenfei stand out conspicuously. After considering it, he went into the restroom, took off the mask, and put on the Human Skin Mask.

With the Human Skin Mask on, Ling Zhenfei looked like a different person, appearing to be in his thirties. This way, even walking out would not attract attention.

After changing his appearance, Ling Zhenfei returned to the side of the wheel. If he was going to create a stir, it had to be significant.

Thus, Ling Zhenfei bet all the money he'd just won. As long as he scored thirty on the dart roulette, it would be double the profit.

After the recent game of darts, Ling Zhenfei had already won over a hundred thousand and immediately bet all of it.

A croupier was continuously watching him, as she had realized from earlier that Ling Zhenfei was no ordinary person, always making money.

Ling Zhenfei threw three darts simultaneously, hitting the target with all, scoring ten, thirty points. The wheel played a tune, indicating someone had hit the thirty points.

The croupier looked at Ling Zhenfei in astonishment. Although Ling Zhenfei had won money before, he hadn't scored thirty points, which was incredibly impressive.

Ling Zhenfei instantly collected three hundred thousand in chips and immediately wagered it.

Again, three darts were thrown, and once more, it was thirty points, with music playing again.

Using this method, Ling Zhenfei continued playing continuously, with music playing repeatedly. Every time it played, it doubled the profit, and soon Ling Zhenfei's winnings in chips had reached hundreds of thousands.

This way of making money was almost like robbing, quickly drawing the attention of the casino management.

A large group of people came out of a room in the casino, led by a man whose appearance was so imposing one might mistake him for a butcher. He approached with a palpable Killing Aura.

"Li Hao, I am the manager here; my name is Zheng Tu."

"Li Hao, what can I do for you?" Ling Zhenfei asked, as he threw three more darts and the music played again, scoring another thirty points.

"Kid, are you going to keep playing?" Zheng Tu's face was filled with anger.

Ling Zhenfei looked and then laughed, "Of course, I love playing this game."

Ling Zhenfei picked up the dart and wanted to continue playing, but Zheng Tu blocked him.

"What, is the casino afraid of losing money?"

Zheng Tu sneered, "Losing money is not a mistake, I think the girl is cheating."

"Your own casino accuses me of cheating, if you don't provide evidence, I'll sue you."

"Kid, this is my casino. If I say you cheated, then you cheated. Leave now, you won't get the money."

Ling Zhenfei was furious, "Damn it, it looks like you don't want your shop to stay open."

Hearing Ling Zhenfei's words, Zheng Tu became furious, "Kid, you don't realize the situation here, you're surrounded by us, and soon we'll chop you into mincemeat."

At Zheng Tu's command, his men charged at Ling Zhenfei, wielding weapons in their hands.

Ling Zhenfei stood at the center, his robes and hair moving without wind, Northern Spiritual Energy began to condense in his hands, and the dice that had fallen to the ground began to rise from the floor.

When they reached Ling Zhenfei, he waved his hand, and the dice shot towards the people charging him.

Bang, bang, bang...

The dice, imbued with Northern Spiritual Energy, struck the men with dull thuds. The power was shocking, of course, and extremely painful.

The first to charge screamed and fell to the ground, clutching at the impacted areas in agony. But the men behind them, not yet hit, continued to rush at Ling Zhenfei and started to attack him.

With Northern Spiritual Energy flowing around him, Ling Zhenfei's movement technique was astonishingly fast, like a blur. He dodged their attacks and moved swiftly past them, making them scream and fall to the ground.

This scene terrified Zheng Tu. How could one man handle so many opponents so calmly? This man wasn't human; he was clearly a demon from hell.

"Who the hell are you?" Zheng Tu asked, his voice trembling as he felt Ling Zhenfei's power.

"You don't need to know who I am. You just need to know that you're way too weak before me!" Ling Zhenfei's voice was cold and commanding.

Zheng Tu, wielding a wooden pipe, attacked Ling Zhenfei. Zheng Tu held Northern Spiritual Energy within him and was a cultivator, but in Ling Zhenfei's eyes, this cultivator's strength was too low, not even enough to pick his teeth.

"I told you to call someone more capable, but you didn't listen. You're really overestimating yourself."

Ling Zhenfei's figure flashed, and he punched Zheng Tu in the face, sending him flying.

Zheng Tu struggled to get up from the ground, but he was nowhere near as fast as Ling Zhenfei. Ling Zhenfei moved slightly and charged over, kicking Zheng Tu and sending him flying once again.

Zheng Tu's massive body was kicked by Ling Zhenfei and slammed heavily into a table, snapping it in two and sending chips flying everywhere.

"A bunch of losers trying to run a casino, not skilled yet still cheating. It's utterly disgraceful."

The floor was filled with men lying around, thugs and henchmen beaten down by Ling Zhenfei, struggling in pain. Despite only being hit once, they couldn't withstand attacks infused with Northern Spiritual Energy.

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