From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Zhao Qin sized up the young man, broke into a sudden smile, and said, “You’re not bad yourself, kid. Dare to gamble with me?”

The young man frowned at her, “Who are you?”

Zhao Qin flicked her hair, revealing an intoxicating smile: “Master Xie is my cousin, who do you think I am?”

“Ran Qing’s daughter? The Missy of the Zhao’s?” There seemed to be a hint of contempt in the young man’s tone.

“You….” Zhao Qin, his words angering her to the point of laughter, retorted: “If you dare, let’s settle this on the gambling table.”

The young man crossed his arms, disdainfully replied, “I don’t play with women.”

Zhao Qin pointed at his nose and scolded, “I command you as a lady to play with me.”

The young man snorted coldly, disregarding her.

Enraged, Zhao Qin stamped her foot. Never in her life had she been so humiliated, she wanted to rush at him and tear him apart.

Xie Zi whispered, “Miss, calm down. This young man is too arrogant. Let

Master Xie handle him.”

“Where is Ran Tengxiao?” The youngster demanded, “Call him out, I will only gamble with him.”

The entire venue gasped. This kid really talked big.

“Who do you think you are? My cousin is the head of the Qinglong Association, you’re not even worthy of carrying his shoes!” Zhao Qin retorted.

The young man glared coldly. In a blink of an eye, he gripped Zhao Qin’s throat. It happened so fast that no one had time to react.

Zhao Qin stiffened. The young man leaned in, his voice playful: “I might not be anything, but with a slight move of my finger, you’ll be on your way to meet the King of Hell, where you’ll be even less than nothing.”

Zhao Qin smelled a faint peppermint scent from the young man, it was somehow refreshing.

His words filled with deadly serious, she was taken aback by it. Just a tiny squeeze from him and she would be in the underworld reporting to the King of Hell.

Zhao Qin could almost smell death. She was trembling, her instincts urged her not to show weakness. He wouldn’t kill in broad daylight, but who knew if the young man was crazy, she dared not gamble. “If you kill me, do you think you could escape?”

The young man snorted, appearing to despise life and death.

“Let go of my cousin, I’ll gamble with you.” Ran Tengxiao came out of the rest room, his gaze fell upon the faces of the two in the circle.

The young man let go of Zhao Qin and pushed her away, showing no chivalry at all.

“Miss Zhao.” Zhang Baicheng hurried to support her, remarking on how slim her waist was.

Zhao Qin shook off his hand in disgust, her eyes glaring ferociously at the young man among the crowd. She subconsciously touched her neck, it seemed to still hold his fingertip’s warmth.

“Finally stopped hiding in your shell?”

Ran Tengxiao laughed, “What shall we gamble on?”

“Anything.”

Ran Tengxiao had played dice and Pai Gow with the young man previously. He noticed that the youngster was a pretty high skilled player. Ran Tengxiao decided to change the game and ordered the gambling table to be set.

Both of them stood on either side of the table, as the dealer dealt the cards. The others were kept away, no one could come within three feet of them, everyone could only watch from afar.

Ran Tengxiao leaned on the gambling table, staring at the young man: “Since it’s gambling, we need to have stakes.”

The young man casually leaned against his chair, holding up his chin with one hand. Under the glare of the overhead light, his silhouette appeared blurry. His air of mystery, indifference, and cold-bloodedness created a fascination that was like a drug.

Watching from a distance, Zhao Qin felt the burning sensation on her neck intensify.

The young man changed his posture, his magnetic voice carrying an air of nonchalance: “If I win, you give me Lu Chang’s head.”

Ran Tengxiao’s eyes narrowed. As he thought, the young man was here for revenge for Ji Chang.

He laughed, “And if I win?”

The young man laughed scornfully, “Impossible.”

“If I win, you stay by my side, at my disposal. After two years, if you want Lu Chang’s head, you can take it.”

The young man slapped the table, impatiently saying: “You’re wasting my time, can you afford that?”

The dealer quickened the dealing.

The first round, both picked up their cards.

Zhao Qin frowned at Xie Zi, “How good are my cousin’s gambling skills?” She had never seen her cousin on the gambling table.

Xie Zi smiled confidently: “This brat is underestimating. Master Xie once set a record in Las Vegas. His golden handprint is still kept there.”

Zhao Qin smiled with satisfaction, “I must teach this guy a hard lesson.”

Ran Tengxiao glanced at the young man across the table, revealing his cards.

The crowd craned their necks to look, “Ace of Spades! Master Xie is safe, this kid is out of his depth.”

“Of course, Master Xie has been running the Bojinlai Casino for so long, he must have his skills.”

“Why isn’t he revealing his card? Could it be that he’s scared? Just wait and see how Master Xie will destroy him.”

The young man sat lazily, his slender fingers gently flipping the corner of the card. No one saw the smirk on his lips behind the mask.

Zhao Qin clenched her fist, praying silently that her cousin would win.

The young man pinched a card between his fingers, flipping it gently. The big King of Hearts was blisteringly bright under the light..