From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

“Are you dumb? Didn’t you hear her calling Master Xie as ‘cousin’? She’s Rachel, the daughter of Auntie Qing, and Master Xie’s cousin, the missy from the

Zhaos.”

“Miss of the Zhaos huh…” someone sighed.

Upon seeing Zhao Qin, Zhu Shaodan instinctively shrunk his head.

“You! You’ve been spoiled by your aunt. No decent man would marry you,” someone scoffed.

“Hehe, I don’t want to marry. I’ll take over Zhuque Hall, be my cousin’s right-hand woman, and help our Qinglong Association thrive.”

Ran Tengxiao’s eyes sparkled. He chuckled, “Still young, yet full of ambition.” “Of course. My dream is to become a powerful woman, just like my uncle.”

As they chatted, they walked inside. Since Ran Tengxiao had been informed beforehand, Bojinlai Casino had done a major clean -up. Everywhere was dust-free, and a faint fragrance drifted in the air.

Though Bojinlai was packed tonight, everyone was quiet. Upon seeing Ran Tengxiao, they respectfully called him Master Xiao. Ran Tengxiao showed up briefly and then went to the lounge inside, sipping tea while waiting for others.

“Cousin, do you think that guy will come tonight?” Zhao Qin asked, twirling a lock of her hair.

“Why, are you interested in him?”

“I heard that he had challenged the whole casino single-handedly. I’m curious which arrogant punk dared to intrude on my cousin’s territory and stir up trouble. I must meet him tonight and teach him a lesson. He must be given to understand that Qinglong Association is no place to act recklessly.” The young lady’s beautiful face radiated with arrogance.

Ran Tengxiao glanced at her with a smile. “Okay, enough with your little tricks.

Don’t embarrass me.”

“Cousin!” She stomped her foot, pouting.

“I’m not going to keep you company. I’m leaving.” Zhao Qin turned around and walked out.

Zhao Qin had been frequenting the casino since she was young. She was highly proficient in various forms of gambling. Being the miss of the Zhaos, everyone showed her respect and somewhat conceded to her.

“Xie Zi, come play with me,” Zhao Qin said, grabbing Xie Zi’s arm and shaking it coquettishly.

Xie Zi looked helpless, “Missy…”

She was too good at acting spoilt. He couldn’t win.

Just then, a junior brother rushed in, shouting excitedly, “Xie Zi, he’s here…he’s here…”

Xie Zi clenched his teeth and sneered, “Finally, he’s here.”

Zhao Qin raised an eyebrow curiously.

Zhu Shaodan, hiding in the crowd, grabbed someone and asked, “Who is everyone waiting for?”

The man looked at Zhu Shaodan as if he were an idiot. “If you don’t even know that, why are you here making a fuss?”

Zhu Shaodan said aggrievedly, “I’ve just joined. I haven’t had time to get to know things yet.”

This man had patience, he explained to Zhu Shaodan about the events of the first night, “Xie Zi is known as the gambling king of Bojinlai. He was undefeated until he lost to that guy. The incident surprised even Master Xie. That’s why everyone’s here tonight purposely waiting for that guy.”

Zhu Shaodan was stunned, “That powerful?”

This place seemed like another world to him- a world of decadence, violence, and bloodshed; a new, exciting, and thrilling world that he had never known, but that made his blood boil with excitement.

He suddenly felt that he had wasted his first fifteen years of life. Only now, with his heart pounding, did he realize the true meaning of life.

At that moment, two shadowy figures came flying in from the door, thudding onto the floor. The crowd gasped in surprise, each drawing out their sticks and waiting in confrontation.

The atmosphere was tense.

Unable to help himself, Zhu Shaodan shrunk his neck and stared at the entrance.

A tall, thin figure slowly walked in. The man was wearing an all -black outfit, skinny and tall, with a duckbill hat and a mask. He looked cold, mysterious, defiant, and arrogant.

As the man walked closer, everyone stepped back. Faces exchanged nervous glances, and then they charged at him.

Armed with batons and being bouncers at the casino, they were not to be underestimated. The boy was thin and frail. Zhu Shaodan thought this guy was really overestimating himself. However, the next moment left him with his mouth hanging wide open.

The young man skillfully fought off the crowd. Agile, he knocked one down with a kick, scattering a group with one hit. His arm was as thin as a twig, yet when it came to breaking wrist bones, he was ruthless. Watching him, Zhu Shaodan flinched subconsciously.

Within an eye’s blink, most of the mob was howling in pain on the ground. The young man dusted off his clothes leisurely, “Well, since you’ve prepared a grand welcoming party, I must give something in return. I would hate for your hall master’s painstaking efforts to go to waste.”

Every word from the youth felt like a cold wind sweeping over the backs of their necks, sending chills up their spines..