Chapter 16: Betting One's Life

  This was an ordinary poker card, Han Yu took over the card and glanced at it, then flipped his wrist and threw it up.

  Paper cards fill the sky, fluttering down, as if drifting snow.

  The middle-aged man opposite had his apathy disappear for the first time, replaced by a bloodthirsty brightness.

  But he didn't move, nor did he even lift his head. Han Yu also didn't lift his head, his eyes were tightly staring at the opponent.

  The middle-aged man's ears seemed to move slightly, his hand flashed out like lightning and took a card that was falling.

  Just as he moved, Han Yu also moved. He was late but arrived first, and just as the middle-aged man's hand touched the card, his five fingers opened slightly, and the card flew out.

  Three cards compare sizes, and the card surface naturally takes A as the largest, 2 as the smallest. And the one that just flew out is the black peach A.

  The middle-aged man didn't stop, his fingers suddenly snapped, and a card flew towards Han Yu. He then took the opportunity to grab another A.

  Han Yu's eyes seemed to light up, he reached out and caught the paper card, then suddenly threw it away.

  Yes, it is a throw, just like he didn't throw something light and fluttering, but threw something heavy.

  The speed of the cards suddenly accelerated, and they flew wildly all over the road. The card that the middle-aged man wanted was blown away to a distant place.

  The middle-aged man remained calm, his head slightly tilted as if he could distinguish the size of the cards just by listening. His hands moved continuously, with increasing speed.

  Card after card flew up in a whirl under his light flicking, colliding, and to this day, not one card has fallen to the ground.

  Even the Ace of Spades that was initially knocked flying by Han Yu's bullet was sent flying back by another card.

  Han Yu's eyes flashed with a burning fighting spirit, an indescribable excitement that made him rapidly circulate the nameless heart method. His two hands were like two dragons emerging from the water, constantly swallowing and spitting out, until finally even the shape of his arms could no longer be seen, leaving only residual shadows stirring, with a fierce wind howling.

  The middle-aged man finally lifted his head, and his gaze seemed to flash with a strange pink color. His ten slender fingers, like white jade, seemed to dance like jumping spirits, lightly swaying back and forth.

  The cards flew even faster, and in the room it seemed as if a storm had suddenly appeared out of thin air, even the books on the table were lightly flipped open.

  Han Yu finally couldn't sit still, he suddenly jumped up and rushed into the cards, dancing wildly like a madman.

  The middle-aged man opposite also jumped up, and in the midst of flying paper cards everywhere, from time to time came the muffled sound of fists and feet colliding, and a scarlet line of blood flew out.

  When the two entwined figures separated, the playing cards had already fallen to the ground.

  Han Yu's eyes were fixed tightly on the headboard, where four cards were inserted into his body at his two shoulders and thighs. They seemed like real blades, penetrating Han Yu's body, with crimson blood slowly oozing out of the wounds.

  The middle-aged man standing at the other end of the bed, leaning against the wall, had an even paler complexion, with a hint of bruise on the corner of his mouth. Apparently, Han Yu's punch wasn't light either.

  He gently tossed the three cards that were easily snatched from his hand onto the table and slowly sat down.

  Han Yu also sat back, although he was slightly more injured than his opponent, but he smiled very proudly, because this was the price he paid for successfully preventing his opponent from getting the big card: "Three 2s, you're probably going to lose this round."

  The middle-aged man's eyes moved slightly, and he said faintly, "Not necessarily."

  Seeing him still so calm now, Han Yu flipped open his own card with some doubt, and suddenly he shouted: "Damn it, you cheated!"

  "No."

  "Not yet? Can't even get a pair of twos with six cards?"

  "Why not?"

  Yes, why not? The other party's card is used to kill people after all. A killing card, even if it's the same as an ordinary card, becomes extraordinary. If the other party didn't give him a minus two, what else can Han Yu say?

  With a hint of annoyance, Han Yu rolled her eyes and leaned against the wall behind her.

  The middle-aged man's mouth seemed to have a hint of a smile, perhaps it was letting Han Yu eat humble pie, making him feel somewhat complacent.

  He got out of bed and picked up the cards that had fallen on the ground one by one.

  "Why did those people want to kill you?" The middle-aged man's voice was a bit smoother, but still so piercing and strange.

  Han Yu pulled out the paper card from his body, fortunately, the wound was not deep and the bleeding stopped quickly. He hummed a sound and said faintly: "I cut off someone's arm, and he had me sent here. And you, why do you want to kill me?"

  "They brought you here just to see you die. I'll kill you, only then will there be value in living." The middle-aged man picked up the playing cards without raising his head.

  Han Yu let out a soft sigh, but didn't make a sound.

  It's clear that Xu Huaying borrowed Fang Wenshan's knife to kill him, while Fang Wenshan borrowed the prison's knife. And as for the prison, they are borrowing this man's knife right now.

  If a knife is not sharp enough and cannot kill people, does it still have a reason to exist?

  "Why don't you think about going out?" Han Yu asked softly.

  The middle-aged man's expression changed, and then immediately returned to that indifference: "Because I couldn't get out."

  "What if I could get you out of here?" Han Yu asked again.

  The middle-aged man raised his head, the divine light in his eyes surging violently as he stared tightly at Han Yu. After a long while, he lowered his head again and said softly, "Wait until you get out yourself before talking."

  "If I leave, I'll never come back." Han Yu said quietly: "This is a rare opportunity for you, why don't you try it?"

  The middle-aged man fell silent again, and after a while, he said, "What can I do for you?"

  Han Yu let out a sigh of relief. He was afraid that the other party would not loosen up, but as long as they did, everything would be easy: "Protect a family for me."

  "Deadline!"

  "Ten years!" Han Yu said in a low voice: "I don't care what method you use, I just want them to be safe. Ten years later, I will return your freedom."

  The middle-aged man sat back on the bed, fiddling with the playing cards in his hand, and for a while, the room fell silent again, with only the rustling sound of the flying cards.

  "Aren't you afraid I'll regret it after I leave?"

  "You regret it, and for me, there's no loss either." Han Yu said with a faint smile.

  "Alright. I've been waiting for you here for three months."

  Han Yu nodded, he knew what the middle-aged man meant. If Han Yu could rescue him within three months, then he would fulfill his ten-year promise; otherwise, if time passed, it would mean that the agreement had failed.

  Despair is not frightening, what's frightening is when you have hope in despair and then fall into despair again.

  The middle-aged man had apparently given up all hope, and would rather become a butcher's knife in someone else's hands in exchange for his own survival, without ever thinking of going out again, because the people outside had already forgotten him.

  At this time, he accepted this hope. Han Yu knew what it meant, so he paused for a moment and said softly: "Thank you."

  The middle-aged man didn't bother with him and instead muttered two words to himself: "Forget it."

  Han Yu paused for a moment before realizing that the other person was telling him his name. He quickly composed himself and said seriously: "I'm Han Yu."

  Wang Yu closed his mouth again, this time just like when Han Yu had just come in.

  Han Yu lay on the bed, leaning against the wall. A dull pain emanated from his shoulder, making his mind clearer than ever before.

  Nor did he know how his son was doing, and he had handed over his own life to the other party like this. It wasn't until now that Han Yu thought of worrying.

  He thought, what if his son didn't help himself? What if he did help himself but didn't understand the meaning of his words? What if he understood his hint and found the thing he gave him, but when negotiating with Fang Wenshan, he accidentally revealed it, not only failing to save himself but also dragging his son down, what should he do then?

  Even if everything goes smoothly, and his son doesn't say anything out of turn, what can Fang Wenshan do if he is not threatened?

  Worries and doubts emerged, and Han Yu only then realized that he had been too early to rejoice. That damned confidence from a relatively simple unit was useless in this complex society.

  In this county town, the only person who could help him was his son. Han Yu, who had never believed in gods and Buddhas, couldn't help but silently pray for his son at this time!

  His luck was still pretty good, or rather, he was quite clever. When he bought something and went to the Public Security Bureau to visit Han Yu, after being informed that the suspect had been transferred, he realized that Han Yu was in real trouble this time.

  So he came back and kept thinking about how to get him out. While thinking, he was absent-mindedly smoking a cigarette. When the pack of Red Tower Mountain given by Han Yu was smoked up and he threw it away after opening the car door, he suddenly had an epiphany, as if he understood something.

  He jumped off the car, and his son picked up the cigarette box.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, he found something inside. A very small memory card.

  His son seemed to understand something, quickly jumped onto the car and ran back to his residence. There was a computer there, after going back, he pushed the door shut, pulled out the network cable, then took out a card reader, and started checking the contents inside.

  The content is not much, only a voice and a video. His son opened the video first, and Han Yu's voice rang out: "His son, I cut off Xu Huaying's hand, I guess he will take revenge on me, so I ran to Fang Wenshan's house in advance and got something. If Fang Wenshan colludes with him and takes action against me, then this thing can be used to blackmail him."

  His son's eyes lit up and he muttered to himself, "When did this little brat become clever? He actually knew how to leave a trick for himself!"

  As he spoke, he opened the video and Fang Wenshan's figure suddenly appeared, with a rather charming woman beside him, beautiful as a flower.

  If that's all there is to it, then this thing is certainly useless. Although it can be seen that it's nighttime and a man and woman are alone together in the same room.

  Today's fourth update is here!!! Once again, I declare that this is a purely urban underworld story that won't exaggerate and deviate from reality. Please rest assured, brothers, and collect it with flowers on top...