Chapter 30: Sorry, It's a Robbery

"Young Master Seven, welcome to Guangnan Casino for your inspection," a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses stepped forward to greet the young man. His tone was full of respect, tinged with flattery.

"No need for formalities. How much money did the gamblers bring today?" Young Master Seven sat on a leather sofa, his gaze flickering as he looked at the mountain of cash piled up in the glass room behind.

"Reporting, Young Master Seven, the total is 518.68 million," the man with glasses replied truthfully.

Upon hearing this, Young Master Seven's lips curled in a smile. "688—a lucky number!"

Chen Xian overheard their conversation and couldn't help but gasp inwardly. This was an astronomical sum. If he could get his hands on such a fortune, he could purchase the flesh and blood of living beings to refine, and his cultivation would surely soar.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his shock, his eyes shifting as a plan formed in his mind.

Chen Xian walked straight to the counter. Behind it, a finance staff member asked in confusion, "Sir, how can I help you?"

Normally, the casino was hosting its annual life-and-death boxing match, and the gamblers should all be there, betting big. All necessary chips would have already been exchanged, so why come to the chip exchange now? Besides, the newcomer didn’t seem to have any cash on him.

"Sorry!" Chen Xian said, a slight smile on his lips. "This is a robbery!"

The words stunned everyone present. Alone, unarmed, daring to declare a robbery in front of dozens of armed guards in Guangnan Casino—it was truly unexpected.

The young man known as Young Master Seven sized Chen Xian up with interest. "Sir, are you joking?"

"To hell with your jokes!" Chen Xian's figure flashed as he dashed toward the glass room where cash was piled high.

He intended to provoke them.

"How dare you stir up trouble under my nose—you’re asking for death!" Young Master Seven’s brows furrowed as he barked coldly, "Catch him!"

If this troublemaker wasn't punished severely, what would become of Guangnan Casino's authority? How could they deter those who harbored ill intentions?

Swish, swish, swish!

The men in black swiftly drew their pistols, aiming their dark muzzles at Chen Xian, murderous intent brimming.

"Don’t move, kid, or you’ll be riddled with bullets!" the captain barked.

Chen Xian’s lips curled into a smile; he ignored them, rushing to the glass room and clenching his iron fist, smashing it toward the glass door.

Zzz—boom!

The bulletproof glass door was instantly smashed open, leaving a fist-sized hole.

"Kill him!" Young Master Seven’s eyes narrowed, a fierce gleam flashing as he gave the order.

Anyone who could break open bulletproof glass with a single punch was no ordinary person. Only martial artists who had reached the level of hidden strength could do that.

Such an enemy must be eliminated decisively. If allowed to escape and wreak havoc from the shadows, the consequences could be disastrous.

Bang bang bang!

Dozens of guards squeezed their triggers without hesitation, bullets whizzing toward Chen Xian with deadly force.

Young Master Seven thought that even a master of hidden strength, surrounded by dozens of gunmen, would be turned into a sieve.

A cold, ruthless smile appeared on his lips.

But in the next instant, the smile froze on Young Master Seven’s face.

The bullets, upon reaching Chen Xian, failed to pierce his skin. It was as if an invisible, mysterious force blocked them.

The gunmen were dumbstruck.

Was this man human or ghost?

Why couldn’t the bullets go through him?

Young Master Seven’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Impossible!"

Chen Xian glanced at his body and saw dozens of red vortices swirling on his skin, slowly rotating and drawing in red gas.

At the same time, he sensed the mysterious transparent tree in his mind turning red and becoming more solid…

He deeply inhaled the scent of gunpowder, a look of pleasure appearing on his face.

"Today, no one will stop me from taking the money!" Chen Xian declared arrogantly. "If gods stand in my way, I’ll kill gods; if Buddhas block me, I’ll slaughter Buddhas!"

With those words, his iron fist struck the bulletproof glass once again.

"Fire at will! Machine gunners, shoot too! We must kill him today!" Young Master Seven snapped back to his senses, roaring in fury.

He refused to believe that, in such a confined space, the intruder could withstand machine gun fire. Even if he had cultivated powerful iron-body techniques, like the Iron Shirt or the Vajra Secret Arts, making his flesh as hard as steel, he couldn't possibly withstand the barrage from five machine guns.

Unless he was a legendary Grandmaster—otherwise, he was doomed!

But Grandmasters were dragon-like figures, courted even by the state. Such people, if they wanted money, could easily acquire billions. Why would they rob a few million in cash?

Rat-a-tat! Bang bang bang!

As Young Master Seven gave the order, the sounds of pistol and machine gun fire erupted, deafening.

Yet Chen Xian did not dodge, continuing to hammer the bulletproof glass door with his fist.

Countless bullets hovered on his skin; to the eye, it looked as if swarms of metallic bees were clustered all over him.

Chen Xian felt a surge of warm red energy pouring into his body, making him feel comfortable and invigorated.

"Wonderful!" he shouted, expressing his joy.

However, Chen Xian found something odd—the mysterious tree in his mind wasn't fully solidified yet, let alone bearing fruit.

Normally, by now, at least two or three fruits should have materialized!

"Could it be that after each fruit is formed, the next requires even more mysterious red energy?"

"It seems so. The first fruit formed when I was lightly hit by a car and beaten by Lan Chao and his gang. The second and third took dozens of bullets from five golden robbers."

His thoughts raced, pondering the possibility.

Realizing this, he wasn't anxious—he simply let them continue shooting!

With the gunfire intensifying, bullets poured down upon Chen Xian.

Three minutes later.

Chen Xian noticed that the fourth fruit on the mysterious tree in his mind had finally solidified, glowing bright red like a small sun.

He was overjoyed—another fruit to harvest.

"I wonder what treasure lies within this fruit?" Chen Xian thought with anticipation.

At that moment, his expression grew grave.

001 sent an urgent message: Fang Jing and her team had received the commander's order and were closing in from three directions at the foot of the mountain, arriving at the casino in at most fifteen minutes.

Chen Xian’s heart tightened.

"I must hurry!"

"If the police break into the casino before I get the money, I’ll lose my chance forever."

"I hope this fourth fruit contains a spatial treasure, something like a storage pouch—then the vast fortune will be mine!"

"Heavenly gods and Buddhas, bless me! Let it be a spatial treasure!"

While praying in his heart, Chen Xian extended his consciousness to the fourth fruit, silently commanding, "Harvest!"

The fruit responded, falling and splitting open, releasing a dazzling red light…

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