Chapter 195 I’ve had some training.

Chapter 195 I've had some training.

Holding ten thousand dollars in cash, William took a look around the room and quickly grasped the rules.

Although with his luck, he would win even without understanding any of the rules, winning without knowing them would remove all the fun.

Scarface also interrogated Eddie and found out that William had knocked Shane unconscious, which immediately put him on alert.

He kept a close watch on William and gave a heads-up to the other people in the casino.

"If this kid causes any trouble, chop him up!" Scarface revealed a ruthless expression and coldly said to the people around him, "If he loses his money and wants to leave, detain him and cut off one of his hands first, as revenge for Shane."

He had also heard from Eddie that William seemed to be quite skilled and strong. But what of it?

Even if he could fight, could one take on ten?

Is it like making a movie?

William wandered around the room, then, holding ten thousand dollars in betting money, found a chair, sat down, and casually tossed the cash...

Ten minutes later, banknotes were already piled up in front of William.

"Bro, what are you betting on this round? Banker or player?"

By now, a large crowd of gamblers had gathered behind William.

Whatever William bet on, he won,it was as if the God of Gamblers had possessed him. At first, people hadn't noticed, but in these ten minutes, William had turned ten thousand dollars into over three million dollars – he was like a divine entity.

"I'm done playing!" William stood up. He was a principled man,people run casinos as a business, not a charity. He came to win money, and once he had enough, that was it.

Moreover, with so many people following his bets, the casino wasn't making much money.

"No, keep playing! With such good luck, if not now, when? We're still following your bets!"

"Yeah! You're on a roll,it would be such a shame to stop now!"

"Win another three million dollars before you leave,let us all share a bit more of your good luck."

The gamblers behind William were more excited than anyone else. n-(o--v(-E((l/-B..1/.n

Others might not care about money, but for these gamblers, wealth was paramount. Coming across a gambling god like William, how could they not seize the opportunity?

"I'm done!" William smiled. This wasn't the first time he encountered such a scene, which was why he wasn't fond of playing in casinos.

Unless he intentionally wanted to lose, cheating by others would be futile.

His innate good luck wasn't just talk.

After standing up, William waved at the man with the scarred face.

Scarface walked over with a gloomy expression, "Young man, did you cheat?"

William didn't waste words, saying, "The money Caleb owes you is all here, consider the debt settled. Don't bother Maria and the others in the future."

"What do you think this place is? You are so arrogant." Scarface raised his hand to grab William's collar, but as soon as he reached out, William caught three of his fingers.

"I'm reasoning with you, and you want to get physical with me?" William's eyes narrowed slightly, "If it really comes to blows, I won't be polite."

"Bluffing, huh? Hit him!" Scarface shouted, and the casino enforcers swarmed in, each holding a weapon.

The nearby gamblers clutched their money and moved aside, fearing they might get involved.

With a slight twist, William broke three of Scarface's fingers.

An assailant charged forward, only to be sent flying with a kick from William.

He had achieved excellent control over his strength now. That single kick would, at the very least, break a few bones – that was a given.

These assailants were also relying on their numbers, not appearing to be intimidated by William.

Just like what the man with the scarred face had said earlier, even if William was a good fighter, they didn't believe he could take on ten people by himself.

Moreover, every one of them was armed.

Whether or not they believed one could fight ten was no longer relevant. None of those who rushed forward could get close to William. With each punch and kick, they were all severely injured and knocked unconscious.

In less than two minutes, not a single assailant could stand.

As for their weapons, they were as useless as ornaments.

The gamblers watched, not daring to speak.

Who exactly was this formidable character?

At the gambling table, he was a god of gambling, and away from it, he was a god of war.

William stared at the man with the scarred face, asking, "I am settling Caleb's debt now, do you accept it?"

"...I accept! I accept!" Scarface replied, "I swear, I will never trouble Caleb's wife again."

"Had you said so earlier, wouldn't all be settled?" William pulled a stack of money from the table and put it in his pocket, "I have to take back my own capital."

After saying this, he left the cabin directly.

The young Eddie, who had led William in earlier, was against the wall, looking at William with a sycophantic smile, saying, "Sir, I didn't lay a hand."

William couldn't be bothered to hitch a ride and used instant teleportation to return to East 62nd Street.

Regarding this matter, he didn't wish to delve too deeply,debts owed should be repaid, it was only natural. The person who had hit Amy had a hand disabled, and it was quite possible he might never wake up again in this lifetime,this punishment seemed about right.

As long as the man with the scarred face could keep his promise, William, of course, didn't want to dwell on such matters any longer.

Upon returning to the yard, there were still two police cars parked in front of Maria's house, with officers taking statements.

Seeing William, Maria hurriedly asked, "William, are you alright?"

"I'm fine!" William glanced at Amy; the little girl's face wasn't swollen, and the imprint of the slap had disappeared, her skin white and tender, showing no signs of having been hit.

She looked even more like a clumsy penguin now.

"Young man, did you go off with those people earlier?" A police officer also approached William to inquire, as Maria, when calling the police, had mainly reported that a friend had helped her and was then taken away.

As for William hitting people, the surrounding neighbors kept tight-lipped, not mentioning this matter at all.

William nodded and said, "They were just a bunch of thugs and hooligans."

The police officer raised an eyebrow, "You're not hurt?"

William grinned, "I scared them away."

The police officer showed interest, "Scared them away? How did you do that?"

William looked around, picked up a green brick from the corner, this brick was quite sturdy.

The police officer said sternly, "You didn't just scare them away with a brick, did you? Young man, if you've injured someone, that's still illegal, whether it's self-defense or another situation. Excessive self-defense is also not acceptable."

William replied, "I didn't lay a hand on them." After saying this, he held the brick in his left hand, made a chopping motion with his right, and the brick broke into two.

"This is how I scared them away."

"You...have you received training?" The officer was taken aback. Breaking a brick in half with bare hands, that was indeed impressive. When others performed brick-breaking, there usually would be something underneath, some even slightly lifting it. William just held an ordinary brick and the brick broke into two.

William smiled, "I've had some training."

The officer glanced at him, picked up the broken half of the brick from the ground, lightly tapped it with his fist, ultimately not daring to exert force.

He could imagine that if William's strike had just landed on a person, the damage it would have caused. It would have definitely broken bones.

"Young man, what do you do?" The officer had to keep a close watch on those with exceptional combat skills, because even unarmed, they were very dangerous. Their attacking power was beyond that of the average person.

"I'm a freshman at Hudson University, studying history. My name is William." William promptly stated his current identity.

"A college student!" the officer said, "May I see your Student ID?"

William did not hesitate and took out his Student ID.

The officer verified William's identity and found that William had no criminal record and was indeed a student at Hudson University. He then smiled at William and said, "Young man, you're quite skilled. Who taught you?"

William smiled, "An old coach."

"Your skills are impressive. If you were in the Old West, you'd surely be a hero maintaining the town's safety!" The officer returned the Student ID to William, his demeanor even friendlier. "However, with your abilities, it's best not to engage in conflicts easily. If you injure someone, it could be problematic. Such skills are meant for self-defense, not to attack others. I believe your coach must have taught you that too."

"I'm a reasonable person; I don't usually get into fights."

"That's good to hear! We'll investigate this matter thoroughly. If anyone troubles you in the future, make sure to call the police. We'll also have our colleagues patrolling this area more frequently."

After the officer gathered all the information, he left. But before leaving, he once again reminded William not to engage in fights carelessly, or he might risk imprisonment.