Zhang Yi calmly looked at Samba Miu.

"I know you're impatient, but don't rush."

"What's being gambled is my hands and feet, not yours. Of course, I have to be careful."

Samba Miu seemed to realize he was being too hasty, which was taboo at the gambling table.

He quickly composed himself and said with a faint smile, "I'm afraid you'll bleed to death!"

"An Epsilon-level superhuman doesn't die that easily."

Zhang Yi said flatly.

Samba Miu couldn't understand technological products like combat suits, and this information gap was Zhang Yi's advantage.

However, Zhang Yi also knew that if his bet wasn't big enough, Samba Miu wouldn't use his cheating ability.

That way, Zhang Yi wouldn't be able to obtain more rule fragments.

So he said, "But your proposal is quite tempting. Fine, this time, I'll bet my right foot."

A triumphant smile reappeared on Samba Miu's face.

He thought to himself: I knew it. When someone sits down at a gambling table, they always fall into the vortex of wild betting. No one is an exception.

The winner thinks they're lucky and wants to win more.

The loser wants a quick comeback.

No one is an exception.

"Alright then, I'm going to shake the dice cup."

Samba Miu picked up the dice cup and began shaking it.

Zhang Yi's eyes were locked onto Samba Miu's right hand. After a few shakes, the dice cup slammed down on the table.

The number was five.

"I bet small."

Zhang Yi stared at the dice cup, then looked up at Samba Miu's eyes and said calmly.

Stared at like that by Zhang Yi, Samba Miu felt a bit confused inside.

"Could this guy have seen through my cheating?"

"Hmph, even if he did, what can he do? Your right foot is mine!"

He reached out and lifted the dice cup. The number on the dice facing up was twelve.

Samba Miu's face stretched into an exaggerated grin, and he burst out laughing. "What a pity! You've lost again. Your right foot is mine too!"

Zhang Yi's right foot disappeared in the same way and reappeared on the empty ground beside the table near Samba Miu.

His face showed no expression, his thoughts impossible to read.

Suddenly, Samba Miu pressed both hands firmly on the table, tilted his head, and looked at Zhang Yi with a mocking expression.

"How tragic! Now you only have one hand and one foot. I'll give you another chance! This time, bet your left hand. If you win, I'll return your hands and feet and give you five hundred points!"

"What do you say? Do you dare to play?"

Zhang Yi looked up at Samba Miu, stared at him for a long time, and then slowly nodded.

"Fine."

Samba Miu was stunned.

He had expected Zhang Yi to go mad, to flush red, to suffer and struggle in a frenzy. The last thing he expected was for Zhang Yi to agree so calmly.

"Oh? I underestimated you."

He said darkly.

Zhang Yi looked at him without any expression.

"You really did underestimate me."

Samba Miu was momentarily dazed.

But just as he was stunned, in the dark Demon Casino, a pitch-black slit suddenly appeared in the void beside Zhang Yi.

Then, from within it stepped a beautiful woman in a white lab coat.

Zhou Ke'er came to Zhang Yi's side, gently and somewhat painfully placing both hands on his severed arm.

A ball of white light emerged from her palm.

The next moment, Zhang Yi frowned slightly. From his severed arm, flesh and bone burst out with a "puff!" in an eerie way, growing back.

Although the pain nerves were blocked, the sensation of rapid cell division and massive tissue regeneration still made his body somewhat uncomfortable.

This scene made Samba Miu's eyes widen in disbelief.

"Wha... What???!"

Zhou Ke'er used the same method to regenerate Zhang Yi's right foot.

The newly grown limbs were somewhat pale, but under the ability of [Flesh Reconstruction], they functioned exactly the same as before.

Zhou Ke'er, a medical-type superhuman with a superhuman ability index of nine thousand.

For her, tissue regeneration was just basic procedure.

Especially regeneration of non-vital parts like hands and feet, which could be achieved simply by stimulating cell regeneration with her ability.

From the very beginning, when Zhang Yi knew this gamble required sacrificing body parts, he had planned everything.

So he never worried about being cut into pieces.

After Zhou Ke'er finished, Yang Siya also stepped out from Shadow Space and handed him ability-boosting food to restore his powers and stamina.

After all, he had just regenerated his body and needed to replenish energy.

The two beauties stood beside Zhang Yi, attending to him with tender care.

Samba Miu was already stunned speechless.

"Th-this... Where did they come from?! Why are they appearing in my casino!!!"

He roared furiously. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

With abilities like his, he was always the one manipulating others. When had things ever slipped out of his control, making him so furious?

"You cheated! This is completely cheating!"

He pointed at Zhang Yi, speaking angrily.

"You lost, and you should have paid with your life! But how could you regenerate?"

Zhang Yi looked at him calmly, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"Didn't you set the rules? I haven't broken the game rules."

"And speaking of cheating," his mocking gaze deepened, "didn't you cheat first?"

Samba Miu's words caught in his throat, and his gaze immediately turned cold.

"It seems you already know my ability."

Zhang Yi said, "Don't play anyone for a fool."

He extended his newly grown left hand toward Samba Miu. "Now, do you still want my arm? Take it if you want. I've got as many as you need!"

This statement was, of course, somewhat exaggerated. Cell division had its limits, but with the help of a medical superhuman, it could break through ordinary human physical constraints.

However, it was more than enough to deal with this gamble.

Samba Miu ground his teeth. His pale face, with its already eerie features, now twisted completely.

"Fine, then let's continue! But you'll never have a chance to beat me!"

Zhang Yi remained silent, just looking at him with an utterly calm gaze.

It was this unshakable expression that infuriated Samba Miu the most.

He shook the dice cup vigorously. The number inside was seven.

Zhang Yi looked up at him and said, "This time, it's seven!"

Zhang Yi directly called out the number.

Samba Miu's pupils contracted sharply.

Because Nasha Kingdom's dice game also had a rule for directly guessing the number. If you guessed correctly, you could directly win ten times the bet!

Zhang Yi not only guessed the number, but he was also directly telling Samba Miu that he could see through his dice cup.