Chapter 1777: Pocket Change

“Alright.”

Yaen Chi tossed something over. The pretty boy instinctively wanted to dodge, but unfortunately, there was someone standing behind him, who nudged his elbow just right. The pretty boy reluctantly extended his hand and opened his eyes apprehensively to take a look.

It was a card.

Why does it look familiar?

“Grandpa, what’s this?”

“The card you gave me, with all the money I won over the past few days. It’s yours now.”

The pretty boy was stunned.

He had indeed given Yaen Chi a card, talking big about how a guest from afar should be treated and saying he’d cover all expenses, but the card only had a hundred thousand. It was enough for food and little trinkets, but it wouldn’t even cover the entry fee to the casino.

The pretty boy didn’t know if Yaen Chi was interested in gambling, but since the town was full of casinos, he might take a gamble out of curiosity. Once he got into it, how could he not tidy him up? After all, friendship was one thing; street rules couldn’t be broken.

The pretty boy, always up to no good, couldn’t beat Yaen Chi and was afraid to offend him. Having such a difficult guest at home, how could he possibly sleep well?

Yet before he found a chance to take advantage of Yaen Chi, the guy had effortlessly cleaned up his men on his own turf.

“You’re giving it to me?” The pretty boy chuckled nervously, “Grandpa, what do you mean?”

Yaen Chi glanced at him indifferently, “I’m not interested in money. I just got bored, played for fun, and had good luck winning a bit of cash.”

A bit of cash…

He considers a few small goals as small cash.

It feels like he swears in such a sophisticated way.

For such a bit of cash, everyone rushes here crying and making a fuss, even crippling a person…

The pretty boy glanced at the tough guy in the corner, whose groans had grown faint. He closed his eyes, suppressed the humiliation of being diminished in status, then opened them again, his face radiantly smiling, “Grandpa is absolutely right.”

He straightened his back, scolding, “Look at you all, is it not shameful? The money’s all here, what’s the rush? We’re all family, causing a rift, aren’t we!”

The crowd exchanged glances, each thinking the others were fools.

“Grandpa, I’ve disciplined them!”

Yaen Chi said calmly, “I heard.”

The pretty boy asked, “Is this money really mine?”

“Grandpa’s gift, take it,” Yaen Chi leisurely adjusted his cuffs, his fingertips gently brushing over the watchband, “I’m going upstairs to take a nap, don’t disturb me.”

“Sure! Grandpa, take your time, be careful on the stairs. There’s incense in the room, light it up, it helps with sleep. I’ll instruct no one to disturb you, even if there’s an earthquake or explosion…”

Boom!

The sudden explosion outside made the ground tremble mightily.

Yaen Chi leaped off the stairs, grabbed the pretty boy, and vaulted out the window.

“What’s going on, did someone blow up your place?!”

The pretty boy wore a hooded sweatshirt, and as he rolled out, the hood covered his eyes. He could only hear the incessant explosions, occasionally mixed with gunfire, and his lips turned pale with fear. He frantically pulled down the hood, crawled to the corner, and quickly peeked outside.

Then he leaned back, his back pressing against the wall.

Breathing heavily, a trace of fierceness flashed across his delicate face, “Looks like my dad didn’t hold it together, someone got pissed and brought the fight here!”

Yaen Chi frowned, not fully catching his muttering, “What did you say?”

“The damn old man, causing trouble every day and dragging me into it, I’m so fed up with this!”