CFSMS -Chapter 89 Nothing Special, Just Practice Makes Perfect

“Don’t be nervous.”

Cang Heguang was completely confident.

Those diners had just eaten Lu Wu’s skewers, so the effects were still active. There was no way they would be affected. Moreover, once they entered, they would inevitably disrupt the Fallen Immortal Society’s plans.

Just as he had anticipated, some diners even brought their skewers into the casino.

The beginning might have gone wrong, but the result arrived at the same destination by a different route.

With these people going in first to test the waters, if they could lure all the Fallen Immortal Society members out into the open, they could act according to the situation.

“Yes, but now…”

The subordinate sounded as if he was asking about official business, but his eyes kept drifting toward Lu Wu’s stall.

His gaze conveyed only one message:

“City Lord, I wanna eat too!”

Rubbing hands like a fly.

When he first received this assignment, he had thought it was inexplicable.

Now he only wanted to shout:

Long live the City Lord!

The aroma had been tormenting him for quite some time. His stomach had been growling nonstop.

If he hadn’t suppressed it with spiritual energy, he would have embarrassed himself in front of the City Lord.

That soul-piercing deliciousness made him desperately want a taste.

Influenced by the atmosphere, the subordinate transformed into a screaming fangirl and joined the crowd cheering for Boss Lu.

The intense anticipation was impossible to ignore.

Everyone brought along was one of Cang Heguang’s trusted confidants. Thinking about what he had eaten that afternoon, even Cang Heguang felt he could still have a little more.

“What are you staring at? Aren’t we already standing in line?”

The moment Cang Heguang spoke, his subordinates understood.

Immediately, they stood among the crowd, craning their necks in eager anticipation.

The skewers splashed in the bubbling oil.

The line moved steadily forward as diners placed their orders one after another.

At the stall, the number of skewers dwindled.

The customers ate with great satisfaction. Even while hissing from the heat, they continued stuffing food into their mouths with cheerful grins.

Expressions of pure contentment covered their faces.

Some diners even pulled out flasks of strong liquor on the spot.

The fiery alcohol paired with the spicy skewers.

The liquor burned.

The skewers burned.

Two blazing forces clashed inside their mouths, producing such exhilarating pleasure that they let out involuntary cries of delight.

While Lu Wu’s business was booming, an entirely different scene was unfolding inside the casino.

In a secret chamber, someone knelt on the ground, begging.

My name is Tian Shou.

I was born a gambler.

Using victory after victory, I wrote my own legend.

People called me the Gambling God.

Though I knew that behind my back, they called me a beast.

A heartless, ruthless beast.

I liked that title.

Too many people had fallen beneath my feet.

They died because of me.

And I enjoyed the desperate wails they made before death.

Perhaps I had been too excessive when I was younger.

Eventually, the casino in my hometown refused to let me enter.

So I wandered the world.

After witnessing countless facets of human nature, my desire only grew stronger.

Ordinary people could no longer satisfy me.

Then I found a nest of beasts.

Oh, they called themselves the Fallen Immortal Society.

A cult.

This time, Steward Zhu and I came to Hong’an City to carry out a mission.

Here, we opened the Heaven and Earth Casino.

I gained a new title:

Bug Master.

Using my precious little “gambling bugs,” I lured every gambler who caught their scent into wagering everything they owned.

And by “everything,” I naturally included their lives.

Human lives meant nothing to me.

Like a god gazing down upon ants, I found them utterly insignificant.

“I’m out of money, but I still have other things! My organs, my eyes—everything on my body can be exchanged!”

I looked coldly at the gambler kneeling before me.

He clutched my robe and begged for the chance to continue gambling.

I scrutinized his body with a critical eye before turning away in disgust.

“You no longer have any value.”

The little darlings had already hollowed out his body.

An empty shell like this belonged in a trash heap.

Someone understood my expression and promptly dealt with the gambler.

The secret chamber fell silent again.

Only the thick smell of blood remained, testifying to the torture that had taken place here.

Brushing dust from my clothes, I stepped out.

After only a few steps, I noticed my little darlings growing restless again.

Since yesterday, they had been acting strangely.

Weak.

Now they even seemed on the verge of escaping my control.

No.

That must be an illusion.

How could my little pets ever escape my grasp?

Just like the fools outside.

Still, thinking of my mission, I decided to investigate personally.

The casino had become even more crowded.

Ordinarily, this would be good news.

Normally, I wouldn’t even need to give orders.

The little darlings would act on their own.

But now, I noticed that around the newest arrivals, the bugs kept their distance.

It wasn’t disgust.

It was fear.

Something was very strange.

Yet these newcomers weren’t doing anything unusual.

Instead, they observed everything in the casino with keen interest.

Some even began trying their luck at the tables.

Under normal circumstances, they would soon become addicted beyond saving.

The prerequisite, however, was successful parasitism by the gambling bugs.

Now that the bugs refused to act, I could only investigate personally.

So I disguised myself as an ordinary gambler and approached a young man who looked fascinated by everything around him.

A newcomer.

The easiest kind to deceive.

“Hello. My name is Tian Shou. Want to play together?”

I extended the invitation.

“Sure. My name is Yang Jiang.”

Yang Jiang was curiously observing everything around him and nodded immediately.

Not long ago, he and his sister had finally found their consciences.

They had turned traitor and exposed the Hidden Spirit Sect, another evil cult.

As a result, their merits offset their crimes.

The town lord chose not to pursue their past offenses and even granted the siblings legal identities so they could live normal lives.

There were still a few remnants of the Hidden Spirit Sect around.

Though they were no longer capable of causing much trouble, Yang Jiang moved to Hong’an City with his sister just to be safe.

Recently, his sister had entered seclusion for cultivation.

Meanwhile, he had nothing to do.

After leaving the cult, he felt as though he had lost his purpose in life.

Everything seemed unbearably dull.

Then he saw news that Boss Lu was setting up a stall.

Remembering the guidance that steamed bun had once given him, he came hoping for another opportunity.

The skewers were delicious!

And this casino was interesting too.

Because he smelled a familiar scent from the man before him.

The scent of his own kind.

This man was a cultist.

Yang Jiang’s heart began pounding.

He recalled a theory he had read on One Realm Connect regarding Boss Lu’s food stall.

Someone had claimed that Boss Lu was no ordinary person.

Wherever she appeared, major events were bound to occur.

Those fortunate enough to obtain her food would safely survive the calamity that followed.

The post had sounded incredibly convincing.

Yang Jiang thought it made perfect sense.

Now that he had seen this casino and Tian Shou, his suspicions were completely confirmed.

The trouble had arrived.

And so had the opportunity.

The moment he sensed danger, retreat never crossed his mind.

Instead, he wanted to infiltrate it.

Yang Jiang was excited.

He had found his new goal in life:

Infiltrate evil cults as an undercover agent and cooperate with Boss Lu’s operations.

As his thoughts raced, he flashed Tian Shou a curious smile.

He had absolute confidence in his acting skills.

There was no secret to it.

Nothing special—just practice makes perfect.