The faces of people he had once known, the changes in his physical condition, and the surrounding environment all reminded Xu Huo that he had entered a false reality.
Before college, he had gone through a phase of being obsessed with thrilling, dangerous activities. Underground gambling had been one of them, and he remembered this gamble involving a hand.
A glance at the watch on the person beside him told him that Xu Zhi should already be on his way to find him.
He pushed his way through the crowd, ignoring the shouts around him, and headed straight for the exit.
The bodyguards closed in. Someone at the gambling table said, "Young Master Xu, you can't just walk away after sitting down at the table! If you don't dare to bet, that's fine too—just leave your hand behind!"
Xu Huo didn't fight them. He turned to the smug man and said, "Your uncle can only protect you for another half month at most. You've committed enough crimes to get yourself executed two or three times over, yet you don't feel the slightest concern about the crisis that's coming. Instead, you're thinking about venting your anger on me. You really are an idiot."
The man across the table flushed with anger and slammed his hands on the table as he stood. "I don't know whether I'll die, but you're as good as dead!"
The bodyguards closed in around him.
A few minutes later, Xu Huo walked out of the underground casino, injured.
Everything familiar from his memories came rushing toward him, carrying the distinct atmosphere of the streets. He didn't hail a car to leave. Instead, he crouched by the roadside and waited.
By the time several cigarette butts had fallen beside his feet, Xu Zhi finally hurried over, accompanied by