Chapter Twenty-Two: Humiliation!

Wumu gripped the Type 54 pistol, steady as a mountain, aiming it unwaveringly at Zhou Ming’s head.

At this moment, Zhou Ming felt cold throughout his body, his skin prickling with fear, all trace of his previous arrogance vanished. He was certain that if he made the slightest move, the other would pull the trigger without hesitation.

The bodyguards Zhou Ming had hired saw the gun in Wumu’s hand and were instantly petrified, dropping to their knees as if defeated, raising their hands in surrender.

Those with sharp eyes immediately understood—this was a standard military pistol! The man before them was either a soldier or a merchant with connections to the military, but judging from Wumu’s imposing presence, he was far more likely to be the former.

“So I hear you’ve been waiting for me?” Qin Mu spoke.

With the gun pressed against his head, Zhou Ming’s face was ashen; he could not utter a word.

“If you had a classmate this formidable, why didn’t you bring him out sooner? Made me suffer for days for nothing!” The old man finally reacted, grumbling at Su Zhi.

But Su Zhi ignored him, rushing over instead. “Qin Mu, where did you get that gun?”

She was worried that Qin Mu might do something illegal in a moment of rashness.

“It’s issued by the military.”

Qin Mu shrugged, taking two slips of paper from his pocket.

“This is a check for two million, and the deed to the house your family used as collateral.”

“Thank you. I thank you on behalf of my daughter,” the old man’s eyes lit up upon hearing Qin Mu’s words, reaching out eagerly to grab the papers from Qin Mu.

But Qin Mu sidestepped lightly, and the old man grabbed at nothing, tumbling toward the empty space by the wall and landing face-first.

“This time, keep them safe.” Without waiting for Su Zhi to refuse, Qin Mu pressed the two slips of paper into her hands.

“This…”

Su Zhi had always suspected Qin Mu had some means at his disposal; otherwise, he couldn’t have walked out of the police station so easily. Yet she never imagined that after just one brief visit, less than ten minutes, Qin Mu had already recovered the deed her father had used as collateral.

“You should go; I still have things to take care of,” Qin Mu said.

“But you…” Su Zhi was still worried.

“Oh, you brought your friend, so let’s hurry up and leave!” The old man clambered to his feet, dragging Su Zhi toward the exit.

“Su, you still owe me two million! Dare to leave? Believe me, tomorrow while you’re asleep, someone will break into your house and turn you into a cripple!”

“Stop scaring people. Here’s two million—we don’t owe you anymore!” Su Zhi tossed the check to Zhou Ming’s feet.

The old man looked at the check with some reluctance. He had hoped to coax it back from his daughter later and make a substantial profit with it.

“The debt’s settled, but if you dare walk out today, I guarantee you’ll never set foot in any casino in River City again,” Zhou Ming threatened, targeting the old man specifically.

He understood better than anyone the mind of these degenerate gamblers; denying them their vice was worse than death!

After weighing his options, the old man glanced at Qin Mu, then at Su Zhi, calculating the pros and cons in his mind. Qin Mu had proven himself—he even had access to firearms. But who could say if Qin Mu would be there to protect them the next time Zhou Ming caused trouble? Gambling was his life; to ban him from it would be worse than losing his limbs.

With that in mind, the old man bent over beside Zhou Ming, grinning obsequiously. “Young