Divine Doctor and His CEO Wife-Chapter 125: Overwhelming Dominance!

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Chapter 125: Chapter 125: Overwhelming Dominance!

Upon hearing this, the Croupier immediately opened the dice cup.

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There, inside the dice cup, lay three dice, each showing a single red dot.

A dead silence fell over the entire room.

"Wow, Brother Chen Xiao is amazing!" Only Li Biyun clapped and cheered, her face flush with excitement. "We won! A full five hundred million!"

She couldn’t even imagine how much delicious food five hundred million could buy.

Jiang Tianquan’s expression was as grim as if his mother had just died. Watanabe Ichiba was so furious he was on the verge of drawing his blade, his head buzzing with rage.

The dice cup clattered from the Croupier’s hand and fell to the floor. "Impossible... Absolutely impossible! I clearly saw..."

Chen Xiao forced the question with a smirk that wasn’t a smile. "Saw what?"

"I..." the Croupier stammered.

"Everyone saw three ones," Chen Xiao said coolly. "So, you tell me, what did you see? Do you have X-ray vision, or are you saying you can control the outcome?!"

That single sentence made the Croupier’s breath catch in his throat, and he collapsed onto the sofa.

"You fucking cheated!" Watanabe Ichiba bellowed, pointing at Chen Xiao with bloodshot eyes.

Even for a family as rich and powerful as theirs, five hundred million in cash was no small sum. This was a debt they had no intention of honoring.

"My hands never touched the dice cup. How could I have cheated?" Chen Xiao couldn’t be bothered to waste words on them. "Five hundred million. Pay up."

Jiang Tianquan’s eyes glinted with malice. "Chen Xiao, if you don’t want to die, you’ll obediently admit to cheating. Leave the sixty million you won earlier, and I can let this slide."

"So, you’re planning on welching on the debt?" Chen Xiao stared at them, his gaze chilling. "Fine. I’ll make you pay up one way or another."

Jiang Tianquan stealthily slipped his hand into his pocket and pressed a red button, even as he said, "Chen Xiao, you know damn well what’s going on here!"

CRASH!

Chen Xiao kicked over the entire gambling table. "It’s five hundred million. For every coin you’re short, I’ll break one of your arms. For two, I’ll cripple all five of your limbs!"

A terrifying, murderous aura began to emanate from him.

"Then come and try!" A cold light flashed in Jiang Tianquan’s eyes. "Do you really think I’m a pushover?"

A powerful aura erupted from his body as well. The Yang Country warriors beside Watanabe Ichiba drew their swords in unison.

Watanabe Ichiba’s voice was icy. "According to the rules, cheaters have their limbs disabled or even forfeit their pathetic lives. How about this: I’ll give you a chance. Kneel, confess you cheated, pay compensation of one hundred million, and I’ll let you leave safely."

"You think you’re worthy?" Chen Xiao sneered.

"Then let’s see what you’ve really got! Chen Xiao, I’ve heard you’re quite strong. Today, I’d like a proper demonstration!" Jiang Tianquan narrowed his eyes and took a step forward. A wave of Qi Force surged from him, powerful enough to blast the remains of the gambling table apart.

He was a Martial Dao prodigy, sent by Jiang Zhengfeng to train with a special forces unit. His strength had already reached the Peak of the Mid Grandmaster Stage, making him superior to even Chen Shu. With things having escalated this far, he had no choice but to face Chen Xiao head-on.

"Attack!" Watanabe Ichiba mercilessly ordered the Yang Country warriors to charge Chen Xiao.

Two daggers slid from beneath Xu Yanran’s sleeves, and she engaged them in a fierce battle. The other bystanders all scrambled back in terror.

Chen Xiao’s expression turned serious. He said to Luo Qingli and the other women, "Get behind me!"

Although he was powerful enough not to fear these grunts, Luo Qingli, Zhang Yaqing, and the others had no way to defend themselves. He worried they would be caught in the crossfire.

As he spoke, Jiang Tianquan’s fist was already upon him. The wind it generated howled like a tiger, carrying an iron-blooded aura of slaughter. This was Tiger Style Fist, an advanced military fist technique characterized by wide, powerful, and domineering strikes. In his most glorious battle, Jiang Tianquan had used this very technique to suppress three Mid Grandmaster Stage experts within ten moves.

Chen Xiao easily dodged the punch.

In the next instant, his hand coiled around Jiang Tianquan’s arm like a dragon. Immense force crushed down, and a wave of numbing pain shot through Jiang Tianquan’s limb. His body shuddered, and he used a clever burst of energy to shake off Chen Xiao’s grip, immediately launching a punch straight for Chen Xiao’s chest. The fierce, domineering intent behind the blow seemed poised to pierce right through him.

At their level, when they fully circulated their Inner Strength, their bodies were as hard as iron, and their offensive power was terrifying.

Chen Xiao crossed his hands in front of his chest, catching the punch. Then, with a sudden, violent motion, he twisted.

CRACK! CRACK!

Jiang Tianquan’s arm contorted like a pretzel at a speed visible to the naked eye. His expression twisted in agony as Chen Xiao spun his entire body through the air several times.

"Scram," Chen Xiao grunted, his hand swatting down like a giant fan and slamming into Jiang Tianquan’s body.

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Jiang Tianquan spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground like a flipped turtle.

With Chen Xiao’s strength, that single slap could have killed him. But if he were dead, who would pay?

Jiang Tianquan tried to scramble up, only to be pinned by Chen Xiao’s foot. His entire face was pressed into the floor under the sole of a large shoe. The overwhelming humiliation made his eyes feel as if they would burst from rage, driving him to the brink of madness.

"Move again, and I won’t mind stomping you to death right now."

Chen Xiao’s cold warning sent a shiver down his spine, a chill that spread from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet.

At the same time, Watanabe Ichiba made his move. The custom-made steel katana at his waist left its sheath with a crisp ring. In a flash, the cold, gleaming blade descended on Chen Xiao’s head with a momentum that made one’s heart leap, looking as if it would split him in two.

In that instant, the hearts of Luo Qingli, Zhang Yaqing, and the other women leaped into their throats. Even the distant Zhu Baixi unconsciously gripped her teacup tighter.

However, Chen Xiao simply flicked his finger.

PING!

The steel katana flew from Watanabe Ichiba’s grasp and stabbed deep into the ceiling. The webbing between his thumbs split open, dripping blood. The immense rebound force sent him staggering back two or three steps.

With his foot still on Jiang Tianquan, Chen Xiao casually reached out and grabbed Watanabe Ichiba, lifting him up like a chick.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Several heavy, powerful slaps landed. Blood immediately started seeping from Watanabe Ichiba’s delicate, almost effeminate face. Chen Xiao’s slaps had broken his nose, and he spat out several bloody teeth. It was a pathetic sight.

"You, a piece of trash, dare to come to my Divine Land’s territory and run your mouth about killing people?"

"Still so arrogant?"

"Still acting so brazen?"

"Still daring to show off?!"

Each of Chen Xiao’s slaps carried a towering rage, beating Watanabe Ichiba until he was barely breathing, his head drooping limply. The sight made onlookers’ scalps tingle.

He seized Watanabe Ichiba by the throat, his cold gaze sweeping over the Yang Country warriors who were still attacking Xu Yanran. "If you don’t want him to die, then stop!"

Seeing Watanabe Ichiba dangling from Chen Xiao’s hand like a dead dog, the hearts of the Yang Country warriors pounded with fear. He was the Young Master of their Watanabe Clan. A Martial Dao prodigy at the Mid Grandmaster Stage! And he had been subdued by Chen Xiao just like that?

Chen Xiao’s grip tightened.

Watanabe Ichiba’s face had already turned a deep, liverish color, and a distinct bruise was forming on his nose. With just a little more force, Chen Xiao could crush his windpipe at any moment.

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