However, someone who can count two decks of cards may not be able to count four decks; the more cards there are, the harder it is to count.
Yangyang sat to the side, resting her chin on her hand, watching Qingchen perform miracles for her.
She knew that Qingchen was there to win money for her; without her, this young man would never have sat at the card table in his entire life.
Because this boy hates gamblers the most.
At this point, Qing Chen had won 16 consecutive rounds, which had already attracted the attention of the cruise ship casino.
The dealer changed the 4 decks of cards to 8 decks, but this still couldn't stop Qingchen's path to victory.
More and more people gathered around the card table, but Yangyang didn't notice anyone else. She knew that the boy beside her could become the center of the world no matter where he was.
Yangyang wasn't worried that Qingchen would become a gambler like Qing Guozhong, because the person beside her always knew where the boundaries of losing control lay.
Just as everyone was expecting Qingchen to win, Qingchen left behind two chips and then pushed out all the chips totaling seventeen million.
He placed two 100,000-yuan chips in Yangyang's hand: "Let's go, we've already won back what you lost."
He then took the girl and left without looking back.
The dealer opened the cards, and Qingchen lost.
The casino manager said into the walkie-talkie, "Let them go, don't stop them."
The security personnel evacuated, unaware that they had narrowly escaped disaster.
Qingchen brought Yangyang to the dance party, and he turned to Yangyang and asked, "Do you want to dance?"
“I don’t want to dance, I just want to have some fun,” Yangyang said with a smile, “even if we have to face a cruel world after we return to the Otherworld.”
“Okay, let’s dance then,” Qingchen rushed into the dance floor and started twisting and turning erratically. Yangyang watched the boy wriggling like a turtle and couldn’t stop laughing.
She knew that Qingchen was actually very concerned about his image, and it was not easy for him to put aside all that pride for her.
Qingchen pulled her away from the ball: "The dance is over, and you've had a good laugh. Now let's go have a drink."
"Hmm? Drinking is your bottom line, right? After all, you need to stay sober to deal with danger," Yangyang said.
Qing Chen said mysteriously, "It's okay. Although I don't drink, I can find someone to drink with you."
Back at the bar, Qingchen started taking Yangyang to various drinking parties, much like Chen Sui, the top male escort in City 22.
She gets along with everyone with ease, like a social butterfly.
He got countless people drunk using games, and even the bar's lobby manager suspected that he was a shill hired by the owner.
Originally, everyone in the bar was drinking in small groups of three or five, but Qingchen led them all to gather together to play games.
Everyone was completely drunk, and in the end, they sprayed champagne in the bar, chanting Qing Chen's name: "Chen Sui! Chen Sui! Chen Sui!"
It wasn't until this moment that Yangyang realized the legend of the top male escort was true...
She had heard Jiang Mubei mention the rumor that a wealthy woman had bought six million yuan worth of wine for Qingchen in one night...
Yangyang didn't understand before, but now she does: how could the rich women of City 22 resist a boy like this?!
At 1 a.m., Qingchen and Yangyang sat side by side on the deck, looking at the black sea and listening to the sound of the surging waves.
The girl, unable to hold her liquor, leaned against the boy and whispered, "Thank you, Qingchen. I haven't been this happy in a long time..."
Qing Chen smiled and said, "Don't put so much pressure on yourself. You will avenge yourself one day. Only when the old world dies can the new world grow on that land. In our relationship, you are not simply being needed; I will protect you too. It's okay, I'm here for you."
“You said it yourself,” Yangyang said with a smile.
“Yes, I was right,” Qingchen nodded, “but I have a question. You were already drunk a few hours ago, how come you drank more than a dozen glasses of whiskey later and still aren’t drunk yet…”
Yangyang: "...Aba aba aba."
Use magic to defeat magic.
Chapter 719, Qing Chen, I'm Cold
Countdown 64:00:00.
Eight o'clock in the morning.
"Knock knock knock," Qingchen knocked on Yangyang's door: "Are you sober now? We can already see the Mumbai border from the ship. Let's pack up and get off the ship."
With a creak, the door opened, and Yangyang, who had just finished showering and was dressed in sportswear, was drying her hair.
Yangyang asked with a smile, "What hairstyle would you like me to have today? You can choose an elegant updo, a neat braid, or cute pigtails... I can do either! If you choose an updo, I can wear black non-prescription glasses to match your preference!"
"You're always so restless this early in the morning... You should stick to your braided hair, you never know when a fight might break out," Qingchen said.
"Fighting? Are you worried that being too high-profile last night will lead to your whereabouts being exposed?" Yangyang asked. "Next time, you don't have to indulge me like this."
“You don’t need to worry about these things. I’ve already made arrangements for this trip to the Outer World,” Qing Chen said.
"Okay," Yangyang said, drying her hair with peace of mind.
At this moment, Yangyang finished braiding her hair, then picked up the revolver that had nothing to do with her fate, and without hesitation pointed it at her temple and pulled the trigger.
With a click, a not-so-loud gunshot rang out.
Yangyang shivered: "This thing is too weird. Am I just unlucky or what? Every time I fire a shot, it's a freezing and slowing bullet? Qingchen, I'm cold."
Qingchen noticed that Yangyang's movements had slowed down, and she even seemed stiff when walking normally. Her expression was no longer as lively as before.
He asked doubtfully, "Are revolvers that powerful? Wouldn't that mean if you shot an enemy in a critical moment, they would immediately lose their ability to move?"
“Walking like this is too tiring, and other people will think I’m weird. Qingchen, carry me on your back,” Yangyang said, jumping onto Qingchen’s back. “You carried me like this yesterday. I just washed my hair, does it smell nice?”
Qingchen's body stiffened, the scent of shampoo lingering under his nose.
Just then, the voices of other tourists came from outside: "Look, someone is setting off fireworks! How are these fireworks made? They're so dazzling even in daylight!"
Yangyang: "..."
Qing Chen: "...Come down yourself."
"Okay," Yangyang jumped down quickly and continued packing her luggage.
Qingchen said with great distress, "It was clearly a firework shell, why did you lie to me and say it was a freezing shell? Can't we be a little more honest with each other?"
"Hehehe," Yangyang said nonchalantly, "Let's go, I'm all packed!"
The Brilliant Pearl cruise ship docked in Mumbai, India. Qingchen and Yangyang, carrying huge hiking backpacks, disembarked along with thousands of other hikers.
Qingchen's backpack was unusually large, and it even contained his skis.
Qing Chen asked with a smile, "Now we have two options. One is to take the Royal Express prepared by Luo Wanya to New Delhi, which will take 7 days and 6 nights. The other is to take the old green train and hang out with the three brothers on the train to New Delhi, which will only take one day. Which one do you choose?"
“One takes 7 days, the other takes 1 day. According to your original plan, how long will it take to arrive in New Delhi?” Yangyang said. “Don’t worry about my feelings when it comes to important matters. Getting things done is the priority. I am your protector, and everything should be based on your needs!”
Qing Chen smiled and said, "No matter which one I choose, I have a backup plan."
In my memory, Indian trains were all dilapidated and packed with people.
But the Maharaja Express in India is different. It is a tourist train that runs directly from Mumbai to New Delhi. The train has 23 carriages, all decorated and serviced in the most luxurious way. There are 84 passengers on board, and the room rate is US$2,500 per day.
During the journey, the train will stop at various tourist attractions for more than ten hours so that passengers can enjoy the sights.
It's like a moving five-star hotel.
There are similar trains in China, such as the K3 train from Beijing to Moscow, where tickets cost 6,000 yuan and are still hard to come by.
For example, some tickets for the New Oriental Express in northern Xinjiang cost as much as 50,000 yuan.
This is the trip Luo Wanyi prepared for Qingchen, intending for his boss to relax before climbing Mount Everest.
However, Yangyang said with a smile, "Since we're here, let's do as the locals do and hang on the train too!"
“Okay,” Qingchen replied with a smile.
On this trip, he seemed to have forgotten why he came, insisting on playing with Yangyang until she was happy.
As the two people hung on the train, a gentle breeze caressed their faces, and they shouted excitedly, looking exactly like two madmen.
The three men on the roof of the car pointed and whispered at the two of them, as if they were two country bumpkins who had never seen the world.
Later, while the three guys on the roof of the train were getting on and off, the two of them even managed to snag a spot at the front of the train.
They sat side by side at the front of the train, which slowly headed north at 80 kilometers per hour.
"If only time could stop at this moment," Yangyang said softly.
Qing Chen asked, "Has your world... really become a force field?"
Yangyang suddenly changed the subject in the car: "Boss Zheng and Boss He are still on Whale Island. Besides me, do you have any other backup plans this time?"
Qing Chen smiled and said in the wind, "Yes."
...
...
Inside the royal carriage, everything was decorated with an air of luxury.
The floor was covered with a brownish-red carpet, and elegant oil paintings hung on the walls.
The seats in carriage 17, which originally belonged to Qingchen and Yangyang, now seemed to be empty.
As the train began to move, four people suddenly emerged from carriages 13 and 19 and approached carriage 17 from both sides.
The four Asian men, their faces expressionless, had already silently prepared their silenced guns.
They pretended to be passing by normally, but when they reached the door of carriage 17, they suddenly opened fire inside, riddling the carriage door with bullets!
Only after the gunfire stopped did someone go to open the door to check if the target was dead.
However, the place was empty; there was no sign of Qingchen or Yangyang.
The four men looked at each other, and one of them picked up the phone and dialed, saying in Korean, "Boss, there's no one in the private room. We need new intelligence to track the target."
The person on the other end of the phone said, "Understood. Next stop: evacuation. Choose the fastest route to New Delhi and await further instructions."
“Received,” the assassin replied.
He hung up the phone, gave his three remaining companions a wink, and quickly walked in another direction.
However, just as they passed the 16th private box, the box door opened, and it was as if an irresistible force was pulling them inside, causing them to fall into the box without any resistance!
It was like a black hole, sucking in all the assassins and erasing all traces of their existence.