The Playboy Bodyguard of the Beautiful CEO

Chapter 764 666: Prison Overlord!

"What is this? Magic?"

The older man stared intently at Yang Tian.

Yang Tian gave a lazy smile and looked at Fujate, "Am I qualified now to gamble with you?"

"These cigarettes are fake!"

Fujate reached out, picked up a pack of cigarettes, and tore it open on the spot, silver-white cigarettes spilled onto the ground.

A man standing nearby picked up a cigarette, took out a lighter to light it, took a puff, and said seriously, "Boss, this is real!"

"How is that possible? Did he conjure up so many cigarettes in an instant? Is he really a magician?"

Fujate asked skeptically.

"Fujate, in our Huaxia, there are indeed such magicians!" the elder spoke seriously, "In your Western countries, they're called magicians, but in Huaxia, they're like gods, capable of conjuring many things!"

"Nonsense!"

Fujate was unwilling to believe Yang Tian performed magic, scanning him up and down, unable to figure out another method Yang Tian might have used to conjure so many cigarettes.

"Fujate, stop blocking us here. If you want to gamble, sit down and place your bet. If not, back off; my master Yang wants to try his luck!"

David shouted impatiently.

Fujate's face darkened as he looked at Yang Tian, "Kid, whoever you are, when you enter our place, you must abide by the rules. Without the consent of Ines Evil and me, you cannot act here. Of course, this was because Ines Evil made a move first, but from now on, if you want to hit someone, you need my consent! As long as you follow the rules, I'll let you live like a god!"

Slap!

Just as Fujate finished speaking, Yang Tian flashed before him and slapped him hard.

The sound of a crisp slap resounded.

Fujate's face changed dramatically, "You, son of a bear, how dare you hit me?"

Slap!

Yang Tian backhanded another slap at him, "I just like hitting you, what will you do about it?"

"Take him down!"

Fujate yelled sharply.

His followers, faces filled with anger, surrounded them.

"Everyone, calm down! Everyone, calm down!" The elder hurriedly broke into a laugh, "Since there's animosity, why not settle it with a game of poker? Whoever wins is the boss here, and whoever loses must kneel for three days and three nights, agreed?"

"Huang, you really understand me!" Fujate complimented with a smile, then looked coldly at Yang Tian, "Boy, you hit me today. If you want to keep living, you have to beat me in poker. If you lose, you kneel to me for three days and nights!"

"And if I win?"

Yang Tian asked again.

"If you win, I will acknowledge you as boss and follow your every command!"

Fujate declared with a raised voice.

"Done, you're bound to lose."

Yang Tian smiled lazily.

"Such bold words!" Fujate sat down, "Let's play something simple, sticking a card to the forehead and comparing values, how about it?"

Around them, the prisoners, eager for entertainment, gathered around.

They gazed at the table full of Yang Tian's cigarettes, their eyes glowing with excitement and longing.

"So simple? Fine, you're bound to lose!"

Yang Tian tapped the table, indicating they should start.

At Fujate's signal, three men came forward and sat around the table, forming a circle with Yang Tian, Fujate, and the elder.

Fujate shuffled all the cards and placed them on the table.

Someone had already brought a bowl of rice beforehand. Fujate was the first to use a rice grain, sticking it to his forehead, then leaned over the cards on the table, sticking to one of them.

"Easy!"

Yang Tian also placed a card on his forehead.

The elder and the other four also stuck a card on their foreheads.

This allowed everyone to see each other's card value but not their own.

But for a cultivator like Yang Tian, how could there be any difficulty?

He scanned with his Divine Sense and knew his forehead card was a 7, while Fujate's was a J.

"Boss, your card is a J!"

Although Fujate didn't know his own card, a lackey beside him whispered the information.

Fujate burst into laughter, pushing all the cigarettes on the table out, "I'm all-in!"

"All-in?"

Yang Tian smiled lazily.

"Yang, don't follow, your card isn't better than his!"

David quickly whispered nearby.

Even the elder shook his head towards Yang Tian, then pulled down his card, "I'm out."

Not only the elder, but the other three also pulled their forehead cards down, "We're out too."

Soon, only Yang Tian and Fujate were left.

"I'm all-in as well!"

Yang Tian pushed all his cigarettes onto the table, having already used his Divine Sense to know Fujate had two cards on his forehead, with one being a Diamond 3.

After Yang Tian went all-in with cigarettes, he operated his Spiritual Breath, transformed it into a Wind Force, and with a single sweep, revealed the second card on Fujate's forehead: Diamond 3.

The surrounding crowd was stunned, and upon realizing that Fujate's forehead card was a 3, they burst into laughter, "Fujate, you lost, your card is a 3!"

"What?"

Fujate's face changed, quickly pulling down the card from his forehead. Seeing the Diamond 3, his expression changed, "How could this be? Wasn't my card a J? How did it become a 3?"

"Didn't you know there were two cards on your forehead? Hahaha..."

David laughed out loud.

"You lost!" Yang Tian said lazily, "All the cigarettes are mine, and you must kneel and recognize me as the boss!"

Yang Tian said lazily.

Fujate's face changed, becoming extremely unpleasant, but the surrounding crowd had no good will towards him, as here strength was king, and losers must concede!

Recognizing the rules, Fujate glanced around at the impatient crowd, clenched his teeth, and promptly knelt with a plop, "You win, from now on, I'll be your follower, obeying your every order!"

Yang Tian shrugged.

Seeing the prisoners around eagerly eyeing the cigarettes on the table, he chuckled lazily and tossed them away, "The cigarettes, all yours!"

"What? All for us?"

The crowd was shocked.

"That's right, all for you!" Yang Tian said, and through his connection with the Demon Tree, conjured more cigarettes.

Packets of cigarettes fell like rain.

The crowd went wild, their faces full of exhilaration, "Yang, you're our boss now!"

Yang Tian shrugged: everything was quite interesting.

Meanwhile, the elder couldn't take his eyes off Yang Tian. After a while, he approached and whispered, "I finally realized who you resemble. If I'm not mistaken, you closely resemble Chen Ming from the Chen Family! Initially, I couldn't recognize it, but as you garnered the crowd's admiration, exuding an aura of a Superior, I remembered Sir Chen!"

"Chen Ming?" A fierce gleam flashed in Yang Tian's eyes, "Old man, what else do you know?"

From the first glance, Yang Tian thought the elder was no ordinary man.

For someone his age shouldn't be imprisoned in Milan; if jailed, they should be guided back to Huaxia.

This old man spoke to Yang Tian, suggesting he resembled someone familiar, right upon greeting him.

Initially, Yang Tian didn't pay much attention, but when the elder mentioned Sir Chen, he realized the elder had an intricate identity.

"So, you really are a descendant of Sir Chen?" The elder sensed Yang Tian's emotional shift, becoming more certain about the connection. Kneeling quickly, he said, "Young Master, I was actually sent here to Milan, Washington by Sir Chen to handle the branch. My name is Huang Lun, sent here months ago."

"You were sent to Milan by Sir Chen? Then why are you in prison?"

Yang Tian asked solemnly.

"It's all because of Nakashima. He framed me a month ago and sent me to prison!"

Huang Lun said fiercely.

"Nakashima framed you? For what motive?"

Yang Tian asked.

"Because I know his unspeakable deeds!"

Huang Lun said fiercely...