Was One Minute Enough to Get Off Work?

The Gambit gleamed with purple light, and Sing Sing gripped his Pig Butchering Knife tightly.

Ten meters.

This is a strategic spot; it's within reach of the playing cards, but out of reach of the Pig Butchering Knife.

Old Zhou got angrier and angrier as he looked at it.

At least casinos give you chips after you win money!

This guy in front of me is something else. He owes me two hundred dollars, and the first thing he does is present me with a deck of cards that are supposed to explode?

"Cousin, just a friendly reminder! The insurance claim process after I stabbed myself in the kidney will be incredibly complicated. And the health insurance in the United States isn't very reliable, so you'd better think it through."

"You'll talk to me after you run into me."

A red glint flashed in the Gambit' eyes as he raised his wrist and flipped open a deck of cards.

As the two sides were locked in a tense standoff, a fire door suddenly fell from the sky.

Upon closer inspection, Yan Shuangying stepped across the fire ditch between the two, using the door panel as a springboard.

As the door panel approached the ground, he stepped off with his toes and was lifted into the air.

His trench coat was torn in half, he was covered in blood, one of his steel claws was missing, and the remaining five were curled up like a twenty-year-old can opener.

As for the blood on his body... it varied in color.

The Gambit put down his cards and looked him over. "Looks like you've completely destroyed the underground?"

Yan Shuangying glanced at the guy but ignored him.

He turned to stare at Sing Sing: "You said you'd draw their fire and then leave, why haven't you left yet?"

"I'm retreating right now! That was a tactical reverse retreat, mainly to confuse the enemy and make them misjudge my retreat direction."

Sing Sing, spouting nonsense, answered extremely quickly, and sheathed his knife with remarkable ease.

Who is Yan Shuangying?

Sing Sing's nonsense couldn't fool him. "You stayed in one place for seventeen minutes."

"Even when experts clash, standing still takes a toll on their stamina! Besides, I have a two-hundred-dollar historical debt that I need to settle on-site."

"The debtor is quite agitated, and I'm providing reassurance."

The Gambit turned his head to the side, his expression like he had just swallowed an uncharged playing card.

This was the first time he had ever heard of someone chasing after another with Pig Butchering Knife being considered part of a "pacification service."

Yan Shuangying had no interest in correcting Sing Sing's business scope for the New York Consumers Association. He flicked his cape and said, "Hurry up, this place is about to explode in a minute."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Sing Sing was shocked and turned to run away without looking back.

The move was so fast that even the Gambit couldn't see where his previous aura of wanting to fight him until dawn had disappeared.

Two hundred dollars is important, but life is more important.

You can only collect debts if you're alive.

If he dies, the finance department will at most burn two expense reports for him, and those will be the kind that Anton didn't approve.

Sing Sing took three steps before turning around, yelling at the top of his lungs, "Why didn't you tell us this important news that concerns the safety of the people first?"

You didn't ask.

"I didn't even ask if you had an oxygen tank! Are you going to tell me I have thirty seconds left to drown after I fall into the river?"

Yan Shuangying glanced down at his watch. "Fifty-two seconds left."

"Then hurry up and run! Are you going to save those long legs for putting up Spring Festival couplets?"

Yan Shuangying swept past him.

After rushing a few steps, Old Zhou suddenly stopped and turned back to wave at the Gambit Cards.

"Cousin, wanna come along? We're escaping and carpooling is free, and we can even get an emergency evacuation pass afterwards. If we have three people, I can apply for a group travel subsidy from my workplace."

The Gambit stuffed the cards back into his trench coat, and his long stick retracted and shortened, tucked into his lower back. "No, thank you."

"Are you planning to stay here and wait until it's ripe?"

"I have my own path." The Gambit looked at him and smiled. "Perhaps we'll have a chance to meet again in the future."

"Then remember to live."

"I won't accept my two hundred dollars for cremation, and I'll have to pay off my debts before I can inherit anything. If you've made a will beforehand, remember to put me ahead of the florist and funeral home in your queue."

After a moment of silence, the Gambit regretted saying that they would have another chance to meet.

"Hey? This person who owes money has such a bad temper? No wonder their credit rating is so low!"

Old Zhou turned and chased after Yan Shuangying; the two figures rushed across the freight yard one after the other.

The Gambit remained where he was, silently watching them disappear.

A dark shadow rose from his feet and solidified into the outline of a woman, most of her face hidden behind her hair, only her pale chin visible.

You broke your promise.

The Gambit offered no explanation.

He owed this woman something; he was supposed to take down the intruders for her tonight.

Little did he know that the intruder was Stephen Chow.

This caused the Gambit threw to go astray, and the long stick also missed its vital point.

They claimed it was to repay a favor, but the performance was less impressive than the extras hired by underground casinos.

"Ha... you think I won't be unaware of your thoughts just because you don't say anything?"

The Gambit turned his head to stare at her, his eyes gleaming red. "I hate it when other people get into my head."

"Don't worry, I'm not interested right now."

The woman raised a hand, and a dark shadow spread upwards along Remy's trouser leg, the chill seeping into his skin through the fabric.

"You still owe me a favor." The shadowy figure swept past his waist. "Next time, I won't give you the chance to choose your opponent."

The Gambit closed his eyes, letting the shadows envelop his entire body.

When the shadows dissipated, only a single playing card remained in mid-air.

The playing card spun and fell into the fire, just as a charred edge appeared, a deafening roar echoed throughout the shipyard.

"What exactly did you do underground?"

"I was looking for the lab, but I couldn't get to the bottom; I got stopped halfway."

"I can tell," Old Zhou said, glancing disdainfully at his trench coat.

With half a piece of human tissue hanging from his shoulder and a finger of unknown origin stuck to his back, he looked like he was about to complete a human specimen set.

"I'm asking why it exploded. Are you going to search the lab by handing out C4 to everyone?"

"A cleanup program has been set up underground; a woman started the countdown."

"Another woman? Fifth Brother just found out about a woman who never shows her face, and now someone here is remotely demolishing property over the loudspeaker."

"It seems that Silver Peak's management is implementing the remote work policy quite well."

"Executives don't have to work regular hours, and employees go straight to jail—that's a very advanced corporate culture!"

Yan Shuangying remained serious. "She knows my code name."

These words made Old Zhou's smile fade a bit. "You've met him in person?"

"No, there's a recorder inside the belt; it only recorded the sound."

"How much of the blood on your body is actually your own?"

"He was shot in the shoulder and stabbed twice in the ribs; the rest of the wounds weren't mine."

How many people are underground?

"Ten Agent Zero clones, ten Wolverine clones."

"If twenty people surround you, how can you possibly run out from underground?"

"Let me correct that."

Yan Shuangying raced ahead, shouting, "I've surrounded ten Agent Zero clones and ten Wolverine clones!"

Sing Sing opened his mouth, then finally raised his thumb.

"Awesome."

Yan Shuangying glanced back at the thumb, "You write the report for this operation."

Sing Sing's thumb slowly retracted.

"Can you take back what you just said?"

"Cannot."

"I'm in charge of drawing fire from the front, and you're in charge of clearing the area underground. Why should I write the report?"

"I am a military general."

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From now on, let's change "..." to "...". Six dots are too much trouble.