Rosefinch was unwilling to casually doubt her own twenty-eight constellations, but was very willing to believe Zhao Changhe's judgment.

Perhaps it was because Zhao Changhe had solved several cases effectively, which made people subconsciously trust him?

In fact, those two or three cases, upon closer examination, were not due to Zhao Changhe's exceptional detective abilities... His reasoning and attention to detail were decent, but the main method of solving the cases was to hypothesize a result and then verify the guess.

This method could lead him into a blind alley if the verification did not match, but every time the verification yielded the desired result, which was also a kind of luck, or perhaps his initial intuition was particularly sharp and accurate.

She hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice, "So what should we do now?"

"I need to go somewhere. It's best if you don't do anything. Go back to Pinghu to rest. If you sneak out in the middle of the night and get caught, it will only raise suspicion."

Rosefinch widened her eyes. "So, you really see me as a burden."

"No way." Zhao Changhe smiled apologetically. "You are the main force I rely on. I'm just a rookie."

"Is that so? Call me big sister."

"Big sister."

Satisfied, Rosefinch stood up. "Since you called me so sweetly, I'll reluctantly cooperate with you. Let's go."

A fragrant breeze passed by, and she was gone.

Zhao Changhe looked at the moonlit window and thought to himself that this sister's strength might not be so simple.

The Four Elephant Sect was truly a hidden dragon and crouching tiger. He had thought that Wandongliu was quite formidable, but now it seemed that he was probably taking advantage of his youth. His actual strength was far inferior.

The most crucial information brought by this young lady was that Han Wubing had not been captured by Yan Lianping. This once again confirmed many of Zhao Changhe's thoughts, and at this moment, he was almost ninety percent sure of where Han Wubing was.

After pondering for a moment, he hid the Longque in the room and left empty-handed.

A moment later, a dark-faced man appeared in front of the entrance to the Kangle Gambling House. The guard glanced at him lazily and ignored him.

This gambling house prohibited the entry of knives and swords, as there was a possibility of a brawl every day. Zhao Changhe had already anticipated this and did not bring any weapons. As long as the knives and swords were not too obvious, the guards would not bother to search. After all, they were here to do business.

The interior of the gambling house was very spacious, but it was still crowded. This was the time when the gambling addicts were most frenzied. Looking around, the place was packed with people at every gambling table, and the noise was deafening. Those with weaker senses could hardly hear any sound in this place.

There were countless VIP rooms around the hall, and it was impossible to see what was inside. Zhao Changhe did not pay attention to the VIP rooms and instead focused on the huge gambling table at the back of the hall. A young master was standing at the main seat of the house, shouting and yelling with a flushed face.

The house dealer at the gambling house was dressed like a rich young master, which was a bit out of place, and his name was even more out of place.

Shaqiye, the Seventh Master of the Kangle Gambling House, sounded like a rough and tough gangster, but he was actually a young master like this. He had never made it onto any of the rankings, and he kept a very low profile, but he was well-known in Jianhu City. Zhao Changhe had simply asked a passerby and easily found out about Shaqiye's characteristics.

There were numerous guards around the gambling house, and many of them had bulging temples, indicating that they had quite a good level of cultivation. Gathering in a mere gambling house... this was not just a gambling house, but a gang with a powerful background.

Zhao Changhe's gaze swept over the waist knives of these guards, silently estimating whether he could escape if they all attacked at once.

Seeing a stranger entering and looking around, someone came up to greet him. "Guest, what would you like to play?"

Zhao Changhe withdrew his gaze from the guards' waist knives and gestured towards Shaqiye. "What is Master Sha playing over there?"

"Oh, it's betting on dice. Would you like to join in?"

"Do you need to exchange for chips?"

"You can exchange for chips, use gold and silver items, or use collateral."

"Alright." Zhao Changhe leisurely walked over. Shaqiye was shaking the dice vigorously and shouting, "Place your bets, place your bets!"

"Snap!" Zhao Changhe slapped all the silver pieces he had snatched from the small hooligan at the Kangle Gambling House during the day onto the "three sixes" area. "I bet on the leopard."

No one paid any attention to this small amount of money. Shaqiye rolled the dice. "Two, two, four, small! Sorry, everyone!"

"Wait." Zhao Changhe stopped him from collecting the chips and pointed to the dice. "What two, two, four? This is clearly three sixes."

Everyone looked down, and the two, two, four dice had inexplicably turned into three sixes.

Everyone was in an uproar, and they looked at Zhao Changhe with a hint of amusement in their eyes.

To silently change the direction of the dice with internal force... was he here to cause trouble?

Shaqiye's frenzied expression stiffened slightly, and he looked at Zhao Changhe with a crooked smile for a while. "Not bad, it's three sixes. You win. Do you want to continue betting?"

Zhao Changhe said, "I'll bet, but gambling for money is not interesting. How about we change it up?"

Shaqiye's expression became frenzied again, and he was extremely excited. "What do you want to bet? Your life?"Zhao Changhe said, "I bet on the Ji family's assets on Taiping Street. If I lose, the assets are yours; if I win, you help me with a favor."

Sha Qiye was surprised and asked, "On what grounds do you bet the Ji family's assets? Don't tell me you are the young master Ji who is rushing back?"

Zhao Changhe replied, "Why can't I be Young Master Ji?"

Sha Qiye sized him up and laughed, "What proof do you have that you are Ji Bochang?"

Hearing these three words, Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment, then looked down at his second brother and said, "This... can we find a room to prove it privately?"

Everyone was taken aback, as no one had thought of anything inappropriate until his hint made them all realize, and they burst into laughter.

Sha Qiye, pounding the table with laughter, exclaimed, "Fun, so much fun!"

Zhao Changhe kept a straight face, which was actually due to his disguise that prevented any change in expression, "What do you say, Qiye? Shall we verify it privately?"

"Sure, sure, sure!" Sha Qiye laughed so hard he was gasping for air, "To the VIP room, let's start a private game."

The crowd roared with laughter, but despite the humor, they all felt a chill.

The so-called private room was, of course, not for verifying Ji Bochang's length, but for a private matter of great importance to bet on.

Everyone knew about the changes in the Ji family. Could it really be that Young Master Ji had returned, entering the Kang Le Casino to partake in the conflict between the Pinghu Assembly and the Xingyi Gang?

There would be a good show in Jianhu City.

Quite a few people sneaked away, dashing to inform the Pinghu Assembly.

Meanwhile, Sha Qiye left the banker's seat and gestured for Zhao Changhe to follow him to a VIP room. Zhao Changhe smiled faintly and followed.

Originally separated by a wide table, the two men now walked side by side towards the VIP room, gradually drawing closer, while numerous burly men surrounded them, watching vigilantly.

Both men seemed unconcerned, getting closer and closer. Sha Qiye chuckled, "I didn't expect Young Master Ji to be so bold, coming to my Kang Le Casino. Aren't you afraid we'll swallow you whole, leaving you with nothing?"

Zhao Changhe said indifferently, "If I were swallowed by the Pinghu Assembly, I would end up with nothing just the same. A casino is still a casino. In front of everyone, Qiye, you would at least have to go through the motions of a fair bet, otherwise it would be bad for your reputation, right?"

"Indeed, indeed," Sha Qiye laughed, "But without the deed as collateral, it's hard to proceed with the bet. Perhaps Young Master has something else to wager? Like some martial arts you've learned from the Shenhuang Sect, we're quite interested in those."

As they spoke, the two arrived at the door of the VIP room, less than a foot apart.

Zhao Changhe said indifferently, "If we're changing the stakes, why don't we just switch to a different game?"

Sha Qiye glanced at Zhao Changhe's hand and then at the guards whose knives were half-drawn, and laughed heartily as he entered first, "Sure, Young Master, please suggest."

Zhao Changhe followed him in and slowly said, "For instance..."

His right hand suddenly struck towards Sha Qiye's neck, "With your life..."

"Clang!" Several waist knives were thrust towards Zhao Changhe's back and neck, and at the same time, Sha Qiye's body twisted strangely, avoiding Zhao Changhe's grasp, his elbow striking back directly at Zhao Changhe's chest.

Zhao Changhe took the blow without dodging, his hand blooming like a lotus, creating countless illusions.

Sha Qiye's twist had no effect, and Zhao Changhe's hand had already seized his neck.

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At the same time, the casino guards' knives were poised at his neck and back.

Sha Qiye calmed down, and the area in front of the door fell silent.

Zhao Changhe, seemingly unaware that he too had knives at his throat, continued holding Sha Qiye's neck and finished his earlier statement, "In exchange for Han Wubing's life."

Sha Qiye stood still for a few moments, finding it difficult to speak with his neck seized, but still managed to smile, "Isn't this just you and me exchanging lives?"

Zhao Changhe calmly said, "Before these knives cut my throat, Qiye's throat will surely be severed first. You can trust the strength of my hand. For Qiye, life is but one, and whether I can be accompanied in death is meaningless."

"You only have one life as well," Sha Qiye sighed, "Is it worth such a gamble?"

Zhao Changhe revealed a hint of a smile, "Isn't this a casino? Betting with life is the biggest gamble. Don't you find it thrilling, Qiye?"

"I'm asking if it's worth it, not if it's thrilling. All for... a friend?"

"Isn't that word heavy enough?"

Sha Qiye was silent for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Worthy of the bloodthirsty Asura, Zhao Changhe. Bring Han Wubing here."