Chapter 15: Jiang Jiansheng’s Despair

Located in the southern suburbs, the underground casino buzzed with excited shouts rising and falling. Men and women, their voices hoarse in the cramped space, were intoxicated by the chips and money glimmering in their eyes.

This place was a chaotic mix of all kinds of people from every walk of life.

Those who came hoping for an effortless overnight fortune invariably ended up losing everything here.

Jiang Jiansheng did not come to gamble; he had a purpose.

At the dawn of the new millennium, amidst social chaos, rare opportunities appeared.

Riding the wind, many entrepreneurs who ventured into business thrived, especially in Jiangcheng, where countless people became suddenly wealthy.

Having lived in poverty before, once rich, they desired even more.

Jiang Jiansheng saw the “business opportunity” within and began to deliberately infiltrate this circle.

At first, it was just a few hundred yuan at the mahjong table for excitement.

Then, he skillfully enticed others by boasting about how much money he had made at the casino.

Human greed being insatiable, they couldn’t resist and followed him into the casino.

Then they made a big win.

This was the hook; once the target tasted success, they would come back no matter how hard they were stopped.

Now that the fish had taken the bait, he naturally had to watch over them personally.

Beside him, his “friend” was losing with bloodshot eyes.

This was the third day; after several cycles of wins and losses, the man had lost all his savings over three years, as well as his house.

He couldn’t let the other party find him, so he quietly left when no one was paying attention.

He held shares in the casino and could earn over forty thousand yuan from this deal.

Forty thousand yuan at the millennium’s start was one of the best deals he had ever handled.

Still, seeing the man’s bloodshot eyes, his heart skipped a beat.

With that thought, he quickened his pace out of the casino.

His henchmen had gone off to catch other “fish.” Today, he needed to take a taxi back to the city.

A breeze stirred, clearing his mind. Whistling, he stepped outside the casino and headed toward the main road beyond the village.

Traffic was light; after waiting a while without a car, he walked while smoking.

His heart was light.

At the same time, he contemplated quitting while ahead.

Those in the underworld needed to know when to stop.

He had already heard that the authorities were cracking down on these underground casinos.

He felt this business would last at most two or three more years; it was time to consider legitimate ventures.

With startup capital, it was time to withdraw; otherwise, if caught and imprisoned, all the money would be confiscated, making his efforts futile.

He wasn’t like those foolish people who believed they could live comfortably off this forever.

Lost in thoughts about the future, he failed to notice a vehicle slowly approaching.

Until a dizzying scent hit him, and his limbs suddenly went limp, he opened his eyes wide, realizing something was wrong.

In that instant, his body struggled violently, desperately trying to keep his eyes open and resist falling unconscious.

But no matter how strong the will, one could not overcome the effects of anesthesia.

What he considered fierce struggling was, to the attacker, merely slight convulsions before sedation.

When Jiang Jiansheng awoke, he found himself lying among withered grass in an abandoned factory in the southern suburbs.

He tried to get up but found his limbs as if vanished.

Panic instantly surged over him.

His first thought was that someone was seeking revenge on him but he didn’t know who.

Gradually, he felt his body beginning to recover.

A flicker of secret joy rose within him.

“Looks like Heaven hasn’t forsaken me, Jiang Jiansheng,” he silently repeated.

After four or five minutes, he felt he could speak.

But even so, he dared not shout, as the place was clearly desolate.

No savior’s call would come; instead, it might summon his executioner.

His eyes shone with a desperate will to survive, laced with a hint of cruelty.

If he ever found out who dared harm him like this, he vowed to pour cement into their mouth and throw them into the river, making them understand the consequences of crossing him.

After a while, he realized his hands could move.

Overjoyed, he reached out, grabbed the grass, and slowly rolled over to crawl away.

For some reason, the scene felt strangely familiar.

It was a fleeting thought, soon dismissed.

As he inched forward, he gradually crawled out of the grassy enclosure.

A broad smile spread across his face, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

But that joy froze when he looked up to see a figure in raincoat and rubber boots standing before him.

Masked, gloved, clad in black raincoat and boots, the person was completely concealed, unrecognizable.

Yet, he recognized the hammer in the person’s hand.

A chill raced from his feet to the top of his head, making his scalp tingle.

His face twitched as his voice trembled, “I… I don’t know when… I offended you… I apologize… please… please spare me…”

For the first time in his life, he begged humbly.

Fear coursed through his entire body, and he lay on the ground in extreme tension.

To the attacker, a motionless victim was like a pig on the chopping block.

But to Ye Sang Sang, once the weapon was raised, action was taken immediately; any extra words were an insult to her excitement.

She stepped forward, slightly bowing, then produced a cloth and stuffed it into his mouth.

In the wilderness, sounds couldn’t escape; the cloth was to prevent him from biting his tongue in pain.

After securing the cloth, Ye Sang Sang raised her hammer.

To ease his climb over two kilometers, she only broke his legs, leaving his hands severely injured but intact.

Each blow sent him into delirium, his pupils dilating at the edge of consciousness.

“Run away now. If you manage to crawl out, maybe I’ll spare you~” Ye Sang Sang teased with a tone as calm as if discussing today’s menu, though her words were terrifying.

Jiang Jiansheng writhed in agony, watching Ye Sang Sang remove the cloth, instinctively twitching.

“Ahhhhh!”

“Ahhhhhhhh!”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!”

His anguished cries grew louder with each wave of pain.

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