Chapter 19: 19 - End of Poker...And Lives

Chapter 19: 19 - End of Poker...And Lives

"Get it, get it..."

"Even, right?"

"No, it's odd I think."

"Sorry, it's four nines, I win again."

Derrick hummed a ditty, looked at the last card in his hand and then looked at the six cards in the Russian man's hands and couldn't help showing a smug smile.

Just as Derrick was about to play a card, the Russian man played four 10s with no expression on his face.

"Got it."

"..." Derrick's heart started beating faster. He felt that he was about to lose this game of cards now. New novel chapters are published on

The red light on his chest flickered and the sound began to run rampant.

Standing around them, the subordinates dropped the pork and banknotes in their hands without saying a word and then skillfully lay on the ground with their heads tucked in their arms.

The Warehouse man glared at the Russian man. Are you trying to kill us?

The corner of the Russian man's mouth twitched. He didn't expect this to be the case.

Looking at the remaining pair of 5s in his hand, the Russian man finally reluctantly played a card.

"Damn, a piece of 5."

Derrick glanced at the last card in his hand and closed his eyes in despair.

"Sorry," Derrick mumbled.

"..."

"..."

BEEP BEEP BEEP~~!

Looking at the silent crowd, Derrick comforted them, "I know you don't want me to, but I still have to go. For the sake of getting to know each other, I will give you all a precious gift."

As he spoke, Derrick yanked off the bomb on his body.

"This is a bomb I carefully designed and it's a gift for you! Have a nice day with the death goddess."

Under everyone's horrified gazes, Derrick directly dropped the bomb at their feet.

The next moment, he turned around and ran away.

BOOM~~!

The sudden explosion shattered the peacefulness of the street, sending shockwaves through the air and causing car alarms to blare. The once-tranquil street had been transformed into a scene of devastation and chaos

Before Derrick even ran a few steps, he felt a huge shockwave coming from his back, throwing his body into the air and falling in a distance.

After a few seconds, Derrick got up from the ground as the buzzing sound in his head gradually weakened. He then took out several sharp pieces of iron that were squeezed into his back.

Derrick turned his head to look at the Warehouse, where there was already a huge fire as thick smoke rushed into the sky.

"It's sonice."

Derrick sighed and took out a controller from his pocket, which was the real switch of the bomb.

A bomb that detects heartbeat frequency beating. That was all a lie he made up to scare the gangsters... Was it really a lie? Perhaps he had concocted the story as a way to scare them into following his orders, or maybe he was taking a dangerous gamble, testing the limits of his immortality.

'It's a pity that I can't get the 20 million though'

Even if Derrick would threaten with bombs, those gangsters would never hand over 20 million or that batch of goods. That was the opponent's bottom line.

Thinking of this, Derrick touched and felt his full pockets. There was probably more than one hundred thousand USD that he won from playing poker with the two junior bosses.

"Fortunately, I was able to cheat them out of a significant sum of money before I left," Derrick chuckled to himself. He paused for a moment, reflecting on his actions before continuing down the street, his voice echoing through the empty alleyway as he began to sing a tune.

As he walked, he couldn't help but wonder what his past self would think of his current behaviour. Perhaps he would be scared of himself, too. But at this moment, Derrick couldn't bring himself to feel remorseful.

The thrill of his actions just now still coursed through his veins, filling him with a weird sense of satisfaction that he couldn't just ignore.