The Female Assassin Pretends to Be a Lamb in the Campus

Chapter 248

Heng Te, with his legs crossed, sat up straight and his face turned pale as soon as he saw Qiao Ying's cards.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth.

And the woman just sat dumbfounded on the couch.

The guests stared intently.

Nine of Diamonds, Nine of Spades, Jack of Hearts, twenty-eight points.

Qiao Ying's three cards happened to be one point higher than Heng Te's.

A narrow victory.

"Mr. Heng Te already had twenty-seven points, and she managed to get twenty-eight points. She's really lucky."

"What are they gambling on? Why does Mr. Heng Te look so grim? It can't be a huge wager, can it?"

While some guests were curious,

Qiao Ying spoke slowly, "Let's get down to business."

Heng Te relaxed his face and casually said, "With such a beautiful appearance, you're not really going to play something so bloody and violent, are you?"

Heng Te thought Qiao Ying was just saying those words to get his attention, and he didn't expect her to actually play like that.

Of course, if he had won, whether they played like that would be up to him.

But then Qiao Ying told him, "Not going for a direct kill with one stroke is already showing restraint."

Ye Si said, "Mr. Heng Te, do you think my baby is joking? It seems that Mr. Heng Te really doesn't understand women."

Heng Te looked at Qiao Ying and Ye Si's expressions and finally believed that this Chinese girl was playing for real.

He kept a straight face and said, "You have indeed surprised me. It's not that I can't afford to lose, but... "

"You talk too much, and you're quite stupid."

Qiao Ying interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.

Heng Te looked ugly, feeling the gaze of the guests all focused on him, and he stared at Qiao Ying.

Then he lowered his voice and said, "Do you know who I am?"

His eyes emitted a threatening aura. Being insulted publicly by a woman and being forced into a corner, Heng Te, who had some thoughts about Qiao Ying, now only wanted to strangle this damn woman.

Qiao Ying said, "Can't the nephew of the President handle a loss like this?"

Ye Si followed with a loud voice, "Denying in front of so many guests would be a loss of face for both the President and the country."

Heng Te, who had originally wanted to use his status to pressurize others, didn't expect to back himself into a corner. Ye Si escalated the situation, making it difficult for him to back down.

Ye Si said, "It's just one stroke, are you not a man?"

The guests, mindful of Heng Te's status, didn't dare to make a scene, but their gazes at Heng Te were filled with strong mockery.

They already looked down on Heng Te, and all the compliments they gave him were only because of his family background.

"What's there to be afraid of? I can afford the loss!" Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Heng Te forcefully extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray and then reluctantly picked up the dagger from the table.

Heng Te stared at his own arm. He spoke eloquently, but the hand holding the dagger tightened repeatedly, hesitating to make the move.

The guests also knew what they were gambling on.

After struggling internally for a few rounds, Heng Te closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and made the stab. The blood instantly stained his sleeve red.

The guests took two steps back in fright, and one of the female guests covered her mouth in shock.

Heng Te suppressed the urge to scream, made up his mind, and pulled the blood-stained dagger from his body, throwing it onto the table.

The female companion was terrified, her face pale as she hurriedly searched for a handkerchief to bandage Heng Te's wound.

Heng Te pushed the female companion aside and bit down on the handkerchief, tightly tying it around his injured arm. Covered in cold sweat, he didn't wait for Qiao Ying to speak.

With a forceful slam on the table, he exclaimed, "Bring it on!"

His gaze turned fierce as he glared at Qiao Ying and Ye Si across from him.

Heng Te was consumed by a burning desire for revenge.

The female guest dealing the cards cautiously dealt another round.

The female companion dared not look at her cards and shook her head repeatedly, refusing to play and wanting to leave. But Heng Te violently pulled her back.

The female companion fell onto the sofa, tearfully frightened. She was forced to look at her cards again, flipping over one—a 2 of diamonds.

The female companion cried out in shock upon seeing the card.

Another card flipped—a 3 of clubs, a 9 of diamonds. Fourteen points.

Heng Te's face turned green as he clutched his arm, which had already been stabbed.

He gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed on Qiao Ying across from him.

His composure was clearly shattered. "Show your cards," he demanded.

Qiao Ying picked up the cards on the table, without even looking, and revealed them: Q, 9, 7. Twenty-six points.

Her luck with the cards was surprisingly good.

Truly, there is no comparison without a gap.

The guests watched Heng Te, who was on the verge of exploding with anger, and refrained from speaking, fearing they would invite trouble.

"Damn it!" Heng Te clenched his fist tightly. Having already endured a knife wound, he was evidently more courageous. Without a word, he reached for the blood-stained dagger on the table and raised it, ready to strike his own thigh.

What was supposed to be a fine banquet had turned into a bloody battlefield, with the air filled with the stench of blood.

Blood oozed from Heng Te's thigh, but everyone dared not look.

Qiao Ying lightly said, "Are we still playing?"

Heng Te calmed down for a moment, forcefully pushed the dumbfounded female companion to the ground, and took her place. "Bring it on again!"

He vowed to return those two strikes.

Three cards were dealt in front of Heng Te.

Heng Te held the cards in his hand, slowly revealing them as if unveiling a grand prize. The onlookers held their breath, afraid that if they lost one more round, Heng Te would go insane.

After examining the three cards, Heng Te suddenly looked at Qiao Ying, bursting into maniacal laughter. "Hahaha!"

Under the curious gazes of the crowd, Heng Te, brimming with confidence, forcefully threw his cards onto the table.

Three tens—a total of thirty points.

Heng Te laughed heartily and said, "Let's see how you can beat me this round!" His laughter seemed to shatter his eyes, and he couldn't even feel the pain in his arms and thigh.

With a slightly nervous demeanor, he quickly reined in his laughter and calmly waited for Qiao Ying to reveal her cards.

"Thirty points. Mr. Heng Te wins this hand."

"Looks like the girl is going to lose. Will she bear the consequences herself, or will Gavin take them for her? Their relationship seems extraordinary."

"Mr. Heng Te has endured two strikes. He won't agree to let Gavin take them for her."

"I'll do it." Cheng Jinyan sat up straight, reaching out to take Qiao Ying's cards.

But Qiao Ying held his hand back.

Cheng Jinyan said, "I'm having a lucky night."

Ye Si also extended his hand. "Let me do it. You don't need to join in with your bad luck."

Qiao Ying replied, "One of you is unfortunate enough. Don't get involved."

Cheng Jinyan withdrew his hand and sat back down. "I was talking to you."

Ye Si: "What about you?"

Qiao Ying's slender white fingers pressed on the cards, and she gently lifted a corner of the top card to take a look.

Hunter, consumed by a desire for revenge, impatiently urged Qiao Ying, "Hurry up."

Qiao Ying proceeded to reveal a corner of the card in the middle.

Her face didn't reveal any expression.

Everyone thought to themselves: "This girl has remarkable composure. Even though she's already lost, she can remain so calm."

Is it because Gavin is by her side?

Unfortunately, Hunter is not someone to be trifled with, especially when he has already been pushed to the brink and is contemplating murder after being wounded twice.

They even felt that Hunter might personally take action and ruthlessly stab this girl later.

Hunter continued to press on impatiently.

Qiao Ying held onto the cards, not moving.

Hunter couldn't bear it any longer. He impatiently reached out, snatched Qiao Ying's cards, and directly flipped them open, tossing them onto the table.