Cuz! I'm Coming Out!

"You said it!"

The Wandering Girl stood next to him, chewing on a chicken leg meat indistinctly.

"No need for latitude and longitude; let the wind direction, humidity, and that rotten, sweet smell of capitalist air guide our way."

Las Vegas, right?

After sipping the last drop of milk tea, the Wandering Girl grinned and said, "Have a great business trip~ Bye-bye~"

Before Sing Sing could speak, a flash of purple light disappeared without a trace.

"You bastard! Where's your professional ethics? Where's your organizational discipline? I'm docking your perfect attendance bonus! I'm going to dock your perfect attendance bonus!"

Sing Sing was furious.

Director Wang is right!

These overseas employees need more ideological and moral development!

Sing Sing was still about to spout trash talk, wisely shut up when he saw the casino security guards starting to look in their direction.

Three minutes later.

With his skillful movement, he could "pass through a sea of flowers without a single petal touching him."

He successfully sneaked into the VIP buffet area.

"The extravagance and waste of capitalism are truly outrageous."

Sing Sing looked at the mountain of Australia lobsters and top-quality caviar and exclaimed in amazement.

He then grabbed a plate and began to devour the food frantically.

After a whirlwind of eating and drinking for more than ten minutes, Sing Sing, having eaten and drunk his fill, let out a satisfied burp.

With his belt loosened and feeling completely relaxed, Sing Sing strolled around the VIP area, carrying a briefcase in one hand and picking his teeth with the other.

As he walked, he heard a strange sound.

My ears twitched, and I looked in the direction of the sound.

Not far away, there was a high-stakes Texas poker table surrounded by red velvet rope.

A flamboyant and ostentatious man sat at the table.

He was wearing a long brown overcoat and a face decoration that was stuck directly to his cheek.

He exudes an arrogant aura that says, "I'm handsome, I'm wild, I'm invincible."

Blue Elf, oh Blue Elf!

You've really delivered it to the right place!

Isn't that Gambit, Remy LeBron?

Meanwhile, Gambit was completely unaware that he was being targeted.

He was happily revealing his hand.

"Flush".

The Gambit has the best hand wins and collects the mountain of chips in front of him.

Not far away, Sing Sing's eyes burned with intense passion.

His ability is to inject energy into objects, turning them into explosives. Even a piece of toilet paper can be used as a directional explosive charge!

If this were used to blast rocks to build a bridge across the river or to mine coal...

Or perhaps it involves targeted demolition and redevelopment in old urban areas...

Seeing that the Gambit had won enough money and was preparing to leave, Sing Sing rushed over without hesitation.

"Cousin!"

The passionate and dramatic call caught the Gambit had just stood up, somewhat off guard.

A man in a cheap white suit, with tears in his eyes, pushed through the crowd and put his arm around his own shoulder.

"Cousin! I've finally found you!"

"My aunt asked me to pass on a message: if you win any money, hurry back to the village and build a house! Wow, so many chips!"

With his eyes gleaming, Sing Sing spoke while unceremoniously grabbing a few chips and stuffing them into his pocket.

"Cousin, you're really something! This money could buy two large excavators! I'll collect some of the dowry money for Auntie first, and you can keep the rest safe—don't flaunt your wealth!"

The Gambit was completely stunned.

He was a professional conman who had been operating in the underworld for twenty years.

I'm always the one trying to scam others, so how did I get so angry that I ended up being scammed myself?

"Mon ami (my friend),"

Gambit frowned and, speaking in slightly France -accented English, tried to remove Sing Sing's hand from his shoulder.

You've mistaken me for someone else.

"Nonsense! I'd recognize you even if you were ashes! Aren't you that... that cousin who works in Dongguan?!"

Their entanglement finally led to trouble.

The casino's surveillance room had long been keeping an eye on the winning streak of the Gambit" and the inexplicably appearing " Sing Sing."

Adding to the farce, several security personnel quickly surrounded the two and cornered them at the card table.

The head of security crossed his arms in front of him, and the outline of a holster could be vaguely seen under his suit.

"Gentlemen, please come with us."

The Gambit' eyes turned cold.

With a flick of the finger, a playing card slid into the palm of the hand.

Before he could even strike a cool fighting pose, Sing Sing next to him suddenly let out a strange scream.

"Sir! I surrender!"

The guy who had just been calling me "cousin" raised his hands in a standard France military salute.

"I'm reporting this person by my real name for cheating! He also stole my aunt's 30,000 yuan Old Jin!"

"These few chips in my pocket are the hush money he just slipped to me. I swear I'll never give in! That scoundrel, you must punish him severely!"

The light at the Gambit' fingertips suddenly flashed and disappeared.

No?

Dude?

Where's that affectionate way you were when you put your arm around my shoulder and called me "cousin"?!

That change of face was faster than me shuffling cards!

"Enough talk, take them all with you!"

Several silenced pistols were pressed against the waists of the two men through their clothes.

The Gambit was completely intrigued.

He wanted to see what this guy was trying to get out of him.

Sing Sing, with a wronged expression that said "I'm a law-abiding citizen," obediently carried his suitcase inside.

The two were quickly escorted into a VIP room.

The casino manager, a man with gold rings adorning his fingers, was leisurely sitting on a sofa, smoking a cigar.

"Remy LeBeau, right?"

The manager exhaled a smoke ring and glanced at Sing Sing next to him.

"And your accomplices, Spatial Teleportation, huh? Daring to cheat with magic tricks in my casino? You've got some nerve!"

"Give me your winnings! Also, whichever hand you cheated with, leave that hand behind. I might consider letting you leave Las Vegas alive."

The security guards around them were watching them intently, ready to take action at the slightest provocation.

The Gambit chuckled and pulled a metal rod from inside his trench coat.

With a flick of the wrist, the long stick extended with a "crack".

"It seems you rats don't quite understand the proper etiquette for guests."

The Gambit casually raised his hand, his fingertips holding the Ace of Spades.

He turned his head and winked at Sing Sing: "Watch, my friend. This is real magic."

With a flick of his wrist, the fully charged Ace of Spades slammed into the coffee table in front of the manager.

"Boom!!!"

The coffee table was blown to pieces.

The manager, chair and all, was blown away and crashed into the wall behind him.

Before he could even get up, Sing Sing, quick as a flash, picked up an ashtray from the ground and smashed it over his head.

"Bang!"

The manager, who rolled his eyes, immediately fainted.

Thick smoke filled the room, and papers and chips flew everywhere.

After knocking out the bodyguards with a few blows, the Gambit twirled his staff with style and struck an extremely cool pose amidst the thick smoke.

A smug smile, three parts evil and seven parts smug, lingered on his face.

"See that, buddy? That's it..."

The Gambit, who was showing off while turning around, was dumbfounded.

Amid the chaos, Sing Sing was kneeling on one knee.

With his left hand, he swiftly swept the scattered US dollars into his briefcase, and even took off the manager's Rolex gold watch.

"I'm rich! I'm rich! Hehe..."

"Well done, cousin!"

Sing Sing gave a thumbs-up to the Gambit, then, after packing up his box, pulled out Pig Butchering Knife and slashed it several times in front of the door.

"Clang!"

A neat, rectangular hole, about the height of a person, appeared in the door panel.

Sing Sing carried the suitcase and crawled into the hole. Halfway through, he suddenly turned around and waved to Gambit.

"The wind's getting strong, let's get out of here! I'm going first, cousin, you cover us!"

The Gambit is still striking a cool pose.

Looking at the floor, which was cleaner than a face, and then at the split gate, I felt somewhat disoriented.

"Where the hell did this freak come from?"