This is a quick statistic compiled by busybodies regarding Zhou Ziwei's earnings from these five games, and many people were so shocked by the figure that they fainted.
Three hundred and sixty-seven billion euros... That's much stronger and more valuable than the US dollar...
Almost everyone knows that the world's current richest person, Mexican telecommunications tycoon Carlos Slim Helú, only has personal assets of $74 billion. It can be said that Zhou Ziwei's five consecutive bets directly won him the equivalent of half the world's richest person's wealth. So... if Andrei hadn't fainted and Zhou Ziwei hadn't been able to bet five more times... would the world's richest person be someone else now?
Of course... this is all predicated on the Supreme Casino having enough funds to completely convert Zhou Ziwei's winnings into cash. But... is that even possible? Let alone letting Zhou Ziwei win five more rounds, just right now... with over 30 billion in chips, how could the Supreme Casino possibly come up with such a large sum of money?
It's just a gambling ship. Even if you sold the whole ship, it probably wouldn't be worth more than a few hundred million. Does the mysterious owner of the Supreme Cruiser have wealth comparable to the world's richest person? Even if the Supreme Cruiser is really that rich, is it possible to cash out such a large sum of money? That's more than 30 billion, not just a few hundred dollars. Anyone would be heartbroken to take out such a sum!
But if the Supreme Ship can't come up with the money, or is unwilling to do so, how will they explain themselves to Zhou Ziwei? How will they explain themselves to the gamblers on board? If the Supreme Ship defaults on its debt this time, will they still want to operate in the future? Will anyone dare to gamble here again?
Some quick-thinking gamblers sensed a dangerous undercurrent from the analysis of this incident, instinctively guessing that something earth-shattering was about to happen on the gambling ship. This aroused strong curiosity in many people, while also frightening many others, who were pale with fear and trembling with terror. They did not want to become casualties because of the conflict between the Supreme and Zhou Ziwei.
They never imagined that Zhou Ziwei could possibly stand up to the Supreme Ship on his own. And if the Supreme Ship were to really break off all pretense and take down this big shot who had won more than 30 billion from them, they would probably... kill him to silence him and prevent those present from having the chance to reveal the truth of the matter!
There are thousands of tourists on the Supreme Ship, and this time, at least the few hundred gamblers on the eighth floor of the Supreme Ship are probably in grave danger!
Those who realized this first had no desire to watch any longer. They immediately dropped their chips and hurriedly ran out of the gambling hall. At this moment, nothing was more important than their own lives. Therefore, they didn't even have time to cash in their chips. They just wanted to escape the ship as quickly as possible! Hopefully, the order to seal off the entire eight floors hadn't been passed on yet!
However, when those people desperately rushed to the exit leading down from the eighth floor, they completely collapsed. A line of menacing gunmen, looking like fierce demons, were already there, ready to pounce. A dozen burly men in black suits, each holding a brand-new automatic rifle, the gun barrels gleaming with polish, the muzzles deep and dark, like the eyes of death, staring intently at those who had just run out of the casino hall…
"Ah...help..."
The gamblers who had run out first were so frightened by the sight that they collapsed to the ground, some even losing control of their bladder and bowels.
"Disgusting!" One of the black gunmen covered his nose with his hand, glared at the group, and sneered, "You didn't have to die, but... you actually came here to pollute the air... so... you all deserve to die... Men, knock them all out and throw them into the sea..."
"Yes..." The gunmen behind him responded, quickly stepped forward, flipped their automatic rifles over, and fired a series of shots, knocking everyone unconscious in a matter of moments. Then, two by two, they dragged them to the window like dead dogs, opened the porthole, and forcefully threw the men out...
At this moment, more people escaped from the gambling hall. Upon seeing the scene before them, they were terrified. Seeing that these ruthless gamblers did not seem to have seen them, they quickly retreated back to where they were.
It seems like rushing out would be suicide, and staying here would also lead to certain death, but no matter what... I'll live as long as I can!
The atmosphere inside the gambling hall began to grow tense. Zhou Ziwei realized that the agreed-upon hour had passed, so he decided to stop gambling. He turned and scanned the crowd, finally spotting Xue Xue. He smiled, strode over, and waved to Allen, saying, "OK, that's enough for today! Have the staff here help me process those chips, count them, and transfer the money directly to my Swiss bank account. Of course… there's still your 250 million in there; it's your share, so don't be shy!"
After saying that, Zhou Ziwei quickly walked up to Xue Xue, ignoring Allen's deathly pale face and terrified expression.
"How's it going? I think I've won over 30 billion. I wonder if I've surpassed Miss Xue?"
Upon hearing this, Xue Xue gave a bitter smile. Over 30 billion—what a terrifying number! She had just done her best and even called out several experts from the casino to cooperate with her in this charade. But when betting on other things, there's never a 150x payout scheme, and even if there were, the dealer she was working with would have to be capable of running it...
Just now, Xue Xue got anxious and started playing the same trick as Zhou Ziwei at another gambling table. She bet 49 million on six of a kind in each round, and in order to keep up with Zhou Ziwei's winning speed, Xue Xue kept urging the dealer to speed up. As a result, the dealer carefully shook the table three times, but each time he was one or two points short. He didn't get a single six of a kind. As a result, Xue Xue not only didn't win any money, but also lost more than 100 million of the chips she had just won.
In the end, Xue Xue looked at the chips she had won and realized that they were not even a fraction of Zhou Ziwei's; she only had a little over two billion.
Two billion or more. Under normal circumstances, seeing a woman win over two billion or more here would probably have made all the gamblers in the room shout with excitement. But now... with Zhou Ziwei, a freak who won over three hundred billion, competing with her, even if someone saw it, they wouldn't be in the mood to look at Xue Xue again. This... is just too discouraging.
"Okay! You win."
Although Xue Xue was very reluctant to say this, she still had to say it. A woman can be shameless, but she still has to maintain a certain level of decorum when she's being shameless. For example, she could collude with everyone on the gambling ship to cheat in order to win this bet, but once Zhou Ziwei really wins against her, with that mountain of chips right in front of her, even if Xue Xue is unwilling to admit it, she can't just lie through her teeth and insist that she's the winner!
“However…” Xue Xue glanced at the large group of black-suited staff who had suddenly appeared in the gambling hall, and her lips twitched slightly. “However… it seems you’ve gotten yourself into some trouble… cough… you were winning quite a bit just now, but didn’t you think about whether the gambling ship could cash out all that money you won? If they can’t, no matter how much you win, it’s just a bunch of plexiglass chips. If you sell them as scrap, a chip worth one million euros might not even sell for a penny.”
"This Supreme Casino ship has always been the most trustworthy, but this time you've forced them to completely lose their credibility. This... sigh, I really don't know whether I should admire you or scold you. You had a great time, but... I'm afraid you're going to ruin all the gamblers in these eight-story gaming halls!"
Zhou Ziwei smiled helplessly upon hearing this and said, "There's nothing I can do about it. Since you have a way to mobilize the entire gambling ship to cooperate with you in this gambling game, what can I do? If I don't go all out, I can only lower my head and obediently admit defeat. But... I've never had the habit of admitting defeat to a woman. There's nothing I can do but accept it this way."
After saying this, Zhou Ziwei shrugged helplessly and then said to Xue Xue, "No matter what, you lost this time, right? Please don't forget that you owe me a request. You said yourself... that no matter what I ask you to do, even if it's just to spend the night with me... you would agree to it. You won't go back on your word, will you?"
"Of course not." Xue Xue glared angrily at Zhou Ziwei and said, "Do I look like the kind of person who goes back on their word? Don't worry... I'll be in your room tonight and spend the night with you. I'm going all out. I'll even accept whatever bondage, BDSM or whatever you want to do. But... just so you know, you'll have to bring your own whips, candles, and the like!"
"Uh..." Zhou Ziwei was so stunned by Xue Xue's bold answer that he almost had a nosebleed.
"Well... you said you'd spend the whole night with me, but..." Zhou Ziwei said with a wry smile, "I never actually said I'd ask you to spend the night with me... Hehe... My request is... that you help me find three people. I hope you won't go back on your word..."
"Let me find three people for you?"
Upon hearing this, Xue Xue frowned, then looked at Zhou Ziwei with suspicion and said, "What kind of people are you looking for? Don't you... do I have absolutely no appeal to you? You don't even want me when I'm offered to you, and you even want other conditions... Ugh... I'm so angry! Tell me! Who are you looking for? If I find out that the people you've found are beautiful women, I... I'll strangle them to death."
Zhou Ziwei's forehead creased with annoyance upon hearing this. How could this woman be so crazy? Did she think that even if she lost, he would still have to...do *that* with her before she would be satisfied? And now that he had made other requests, she was actually unhappy.
Zhou Ziwei shook his head and said, "These three people are my friend's parents and his parents' goddaughter... These three people were likely brought to this ship and imprisoned. I don't know whether this was done by the guests on this ship or by the owner of this gambling ship. However, you seem to be very familiar with the people on this gambling ship. If you are willing to help me with all your might, I believe that... as long as the three people I am looking for are really on this gambling ship, we will definitely be able to find them."
Xue Xue glanced at Zhou Ziwei with a strange look, then sighed softly and said, "Alright! I'll do my best to help you. If those three people you mentioned are really on this gambling ship, I guarantee I can find them for you. You're right, I'm quite familiar with the owner of this gambling ship. You could have changed your terms... You could have asked me to plead your case, to give up exchanging these chips, and then get the owner to spare your life. But... since you've asked me for another favor, I'll have to do that for you. As for whether you can leave this gambling ship alive, well... I can't help you with that!"
As Xue Xue spoke, a sly smile appeared in her eyes. Then, she turned around and hurriedly left with her four bodyguards, two in black and two in white.
Zhou Ziwei gently touched his nose and saw that most of the gamblers in the gambling hall had been driven to a storage room in a corner of the hall by the burly men in black suits who had suddenly appeared. Only he and Allen remained in the center of the gambling hall.
Without the watchful eyes of onlookers, the thugs in black suits all nonchalantly brandished their weapons, each carrying a gun—either an automatic rifle or a submachine gun, with most wielding sophisticated pistols. And without exception, all the gun barrels were now pointed at Zhou Ziwei and Allen, who were still standing in the center of the hall.
Zhou Ziwei glanced at Allen, who was trembling slightly, sighed softly, and gently stroked her golden hair. He then said softly, "Don't be afraid... These people won't do anything to you. Close your eyes first, and... you mustn't open them until I tell you to... Otherwise... if you see something you shouldn't see, I can't guarantee your safety, understand?"
"I...I understand, I won't look...I won't look at anything." Allen nodded hurriedly, not only immediately closing his eyes, but also simply taking out a handkerchief from his pocket and tightly covering his eyes.
Although she didn't know how Zhou Ziwei could possibly handle so many fierce-looking thugs, each armed with a gun, Allen was deeply impressed by his godlike performance in the casino earlier. In any case, she found it hard to question anything Zhou Ziwei said now.
In an instant... the atmosphere in the gambling hall became tense, and a dangerous conflict was about to erupt...
Volume 3, King of the City, Chapter 482: Conspiracy
Guns—weapons that practically symbolize death for ordinary people—have long since lost much of their lethality for Zhou Ziwei. Leaving aside whether those bullets could even reach him given his current reaction time and speed, even if they did, the power of these ordinary guns wouldn't be enough to penetrate his alloy suit. So… despite seeing more and more men in black suits flooding into the gambling hall, Zhou Ziwei remained completely calm.
Of course... Zhou Ziwei wouldn't be so arrogant as to completely disregard this group of people who all looked like ordinary thugs.
In previous attempts, the Black Market Assassin Network dispatched several top-ranked assassins from among the world's top ten to deal with Zhou Ziwei, but none of them succeeded. This time, Black God shouldn't be so foolish as to think that he can do anything to Zhou Ziwei with such a rabble.
So how did this situation come about? Has the Black God lost his mind, or is there some other conspiracy?
Zhou Ziwei didn't go on a killing spree like a madman. In his eyes, these thugs, dressed in a cool style like the male protagonist in The Matrix, were basically no different from helpless children. Killing them was like bullying children.
Of course... Zhou Ziwei wasn't foolish enough to try and reason with these people. If they were reasonable, they wouldn't have needed to charge in with guns.
"Let's go!" Zhou Ziwei saw that Allen had already blindfolded her, so he put one arm around her slender waist and used the other hand to scoop up a large pile of scattered chips on a tray. Then he strode towards the cashier at the front of the hall where the chips were exchanged.
Zhou Ziwei knew, of course, that the more than 30 billion chips he had won could not be cashed out. Even if the owner of the gambling ship was truly trustworthy, he would still need to have that much money to cash out for Zhou Ziwei...
However, Zhou Ziwei was willing to forgo the more than 30 billion he had won, but he insisted on returning the 250 million he had promised Allen. Zhou Ziwei was a man of his word, and such a large gambling ship should have at least 200 million in cash.
"Stop... If you go any further, we...we're going to fire."
A dozen or so thugs in black stood guard in front of the cashier, each holding a gun, but none dared to fire. The orders from above were somewhat vague: they were told to subdue Zhou Ziwei at all costs, yet they were also instructed not to harm him and to treat him with respect...
Upon hearing these nonsensical orders, the thugs almost felt like jumping into the sea. Not being allowed to kill was one thing, but to be polite to Zhou Ziwei while also keeping him under control... this was no small feat... Were they supposed to step forward, bow respectfully, and say, "Sir, may we tie you up?"
Seeing Zhou Ziwei dragging a masked waitress towards them, the dozen or so thugs in black were almost in tears, but they had no choice but to block the cashier. The cashier had a considerable amount of cash on hand, and after the incident, the money hadn't been transferred out yet. They dared not let Zhou Ziwei steal it. Although they were told to be polite to Mr. Zhou, they couldn't very well let him rob the casino of all its money, could they? Although… in reality, the chips Mr. Zhou had just won might not be enough even if they paid him the entire casino ship, plus all the cash and valuables inside, but that was none of their business. Their superiors hadn't said they would exchange Zhou Ziwei's winnings; it wasn't their responsibility to do so. So… if Zhou Ziwei tried to come to the cashier to collect the cash, it would be tantamount to robbing their casino ship.
More than a dozen thugs simultaneously raised their guns and pointed them at Zhou Ziwei, all of them releasing the safety on their guns.
They assumed that with so many guns pointed at him, Zhou Ziwei would have to be more cautious and wouldn't do anything reckless.
However, they soon realized that their ideas were too naive, or rather, that this man surnamed Zhou was too arrogant. Facing more than a dozen guns pointed at him, he did not stop for a moment, nor did he show the slightest tension. He continued to walk unhurriedly toward the cashier, as if he were just taking a walk in the countryside with a beautiful female companion.
They completely disregarded these armed men, treating them as if they were lifeless wooden figures.
"Bang—" The lead thug couldn't bear Zhou Ziwei's contempt any longer and pulled the trigger hard, but he didn't dare aim at Zhou Ziwei. Instead, he fired the bullet into the floor less than half a foot in front of Zhou Ziwei.
He originally thought that Zhou Ziwei would be so scared that he would stand still and not dare to move, or even squat down and raise his hands to help him. But to his surprise, Zhou Ziwei seemed to feel nothing at all and continued to walk forward at the same frequency and speed, lightly stepping on the bullet hole left on the floor.
The thug who fired the shot was momentarily stunned, unable to understand whether this guy was just too thick-skinned or incredibly reckless... How come... he didn't feel any fear? On the other hand, the blindfolded waitress's reaction was much more normal. When she heard the gunshot, her whole body trembled violently, and she was still shaking uncontrollably. If someone hadn't been holding her, she probably would have collapsed to the ground by now!
"Get out of my way... I only need to exchange a little cash, um... or you could get your boss here and just write me a cash check... It'll be really hard to carry all 250 million in cash..."
As Zhou Ziwei spoke, he slowly walked over. Just as the thugs were about to raise their hands again and fire a volley to stop Zhou Ziwei's advance, they suddenly felt as if an invisible force was binding their wrists. They felt a sharp pain in their hands, and the guns in their hands flew out of their grasp.
Zhou Ziwei snorted coldly and, in a single exchange, disarmed the dozen or so thugs by wrapping their guns in wind energy. His mastery of wind energy was extraordinary. In the past, Zhou Ziwei could only create a vortex or tornado with wind energy, but he could hardly control it with finesse.
However, this time, Zhou Ziwei encountered a tsunami at sea, which gave him the opportunity to carefully study the techniques of using water energy. Unknowingly, his application of wind energy also reached a new level.
This time, Zhou Ziwei tried to divide a wisp of wind energy into more than a dozen parts, and at the same time controlled these dozen or so wisps of wind energy to wrap around the arms of the dozen or so people. Sure enough, he successfully took the guns from their hands.
Moreover, Zhou Ziwei became even more confident after trying it once. He felt that he could have done a better job of using those dozen or so strands of wind energy. If he could divide those dozen or so strands of wind energy a few more times, he might be able to perform some more subtle operations.
For example... using wind energy to unlock a door is an absolutely terrifyingly subtle manipulation skill. If Zhou Ziwei can do this, then he will have reached an unprecedented level in the subtle application of wind energy.
As for multitasking... this is a very difficult step for ordinary people. It is difficult for an ordinary person to even master multitasking, let alone control a dozen or even a hundred strands of wind energy to perform different actions like Zhou Ziwei.
However, multitasking was not a problem for Zhou Ziwei at all. He possessed a soul power hundreds of thousands of times stronger than that of ordinary people. With such a solid foundation, it was naturally easy for him to split off several strands of soul consciousness to control different wind energies.
The dozen or so thugs were shocked to see their guns suddenly and inexplicably fly out of their hands at the same time, causing them to involuntarily take two steps back in horror.
How did he do that? How is that possible? Could it be... could this person actually possess some kind of witchcraft?
The thugs looked at Zhou Ziwei as he walked towards them, as if they were seeing a demon, and their hearts were filled with inexplicable fear. Then, when they saw that Zhou Ziwei had reached the front of the cashier, a few of them mustered up their courage and rushed forward.
This time, Zhou Ziwei didn't start a fight again. Instead, he waved his hand at the thugs who rushed up and said with a smile, "You've come at the right time. I was just looking for someone to help me... Well... it'll be you guys! Go and get all the cash out of here... Oh, right, I have some chips here. I'm not robbing you!"
The four fastest-rushing guys felt a wave of dizziness after Zhou Ziwei casually waved his hand, and then, in a daze, they rushed into the bar and started working on the cash register as Zhou Ziwei instructed.
"Bear, Salon, you...you're insane! Do you know what you're doing? If the boss sees you, you'll be beaten to death!" Several thugs nearby were horrified at the sight and tried to step forward to stop the men's crazy actions.
Zhou Ziwei smiled slightly and said, "It looks like there's quite a lot of cash inside. Those few people are really too busy to handle it all. Since you're here too, why don't you lend a hand?"
Zhou Ziwei said that he used his sharp gaze to sweep over the remaining eight or nine people one by one, and their eyes became blank. Then, under the control of Zhou Ziwei's soul consciousness, they became laborers who worked for Zhou Ziwei.
This floor is considered a rather prestigious high-end gambling hall, frequented by quite wealthy individuals. The cashiers handle an enormous amount of money every day. Moreover, once this gambling ship sets sail, it rarely docks, so the large sums of cash earned each day don't have the opportunity to be deposited into a bank promptly. Therefore, behind the cashiers on the highest floors of the gambling ship, there is a separate small vault filled with large amounts of cash.
However, opening this vault is quite complicated. It requires three people holding three different keys, inserting them into three different keyholes, and then entering three different passwords to open the vault door.
Zhou Ziwei casually scanned the vault with his soul power and discovered that it contained at least two or three hundred million US dollars in cash. This immediately caught Zhou Ziwei's eye. However, he did not have the patience to open the vault door using the correct method, so he immediately released the three butterfly darts from his pocket.
Under Zhou Ziwei's powerful soul force, the three butterfly darts immediately formed a triangular formation, spinning continuously before crashing into the solid steel wall of the vault, which was at least two feet thick...
With a "whoosh," the three butterfly darts struck the metal wall, but instead of producing a metallic clang, it was as if a gleaming blade had sliced through a thin layer of white metal. The thick metal wall instantly "crashed," and a large, round hole appeared in the blink of an eye.
"Ah..." The cashier hiding under the counter screamed in shock at the sight. Those were real high-strength alloy walls. It was said that even if you used explosives, you might not be able to do anything to this vault without several hundred kilograms of explosives.
But how come when I saw those three flashes of light, a huge hole appeared in the wall? Could someone have dropped a nuclear weapon here? Otherwise, what weapon, besides nuclear weapons, could be more powerful than explosives...?
"Swish...swish..." After two more swishes, the butterfly darts cut a hole in the metal wall large enough for a person to pass through. At the same time, Zhou Ziwei had almost emptied the cash from the two cash drawers in the cash register.
So Zhou Ziwei then instructed each of the men to find a cloth bag and enter the vault one by one, beginning a blatant robbery.
Zhou Ziwei had hired so many laborers to help him with the work, so of course he wouldn't do it himself anymore. He also had to be wary of the dozens of other black-clad thugs around the hall.
What surprised him was that although the black-clad thugs were all carrying guns and staring intently at this side with serious expressions, not one of them moved an inch to come and support the dozen or so thugs. They watched helplessly as Zhou Ziwei subdued all of them. Although their eyes were full of surprise and doubt, not one of them showed any intention of coming over.
Scratching his head slightly, and recalling that the man hadn't pointed the gun at him when he fired, but had only fired bullets at the floor, Zhou Ziwei became increasingly puzzled. What exactly were these people trying to do?
Want to kill me? Then why don't you shoot me? Want to capture me... but you'd have to come up here and test your skills first... Just standing there guarding your spot without moving an inch, are you waiting for me to walk right into your trap? But... with these people's strength, I really don't know why the Black God sent them up here to die.
Zhou Ziwei grew increasingly confused. Looking at the dozens of black-clad thugs positioned at each of the entrances around the hall, yet showing no intention of attacking, a sudden thought struck him. He wondered, "Something's not right… If this really is a Black Market Assassin Network property, how could Black God tolerate me gambling here for over an hour before reacting, and even then, his reaction lacked any force or decisiveness? Could it be… that I was wrong from the start, and this gambling ship isn't actually controlled by the Black Market Assassin Network? But… if this gambling ship has nothing to do with the Black Market Assassin Network, why did Black God invite me here? And why is he delaying our meeting after inviting me? What is his purpose in doing this? Could it be… that he didn't actually intend to deal with me on this gambling ship, and that he used this method simply to lure me here, just to… divert my attention?"
Thinking of this, cold sweat poured down Zhou Ziwei's forehead.