Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 200 The Pretty Little Puppy_1

The gambling ship is just called a gambling ship; it doesn’t have any other name.

It is registered in a small country atop the Caribbean Sea, where the gambling industry is legal.

According to the "United Nations Convention on the Law of the Sea," it is subject only to the laws of the country of registration, thus it can cruise the high seas year-round. As long as it turns into an ordinary cruise ship when entering the waters of a country, it can dock freely.

Of course, it doesn’t dock easily, and except for maintenance, it hardly ever leaves international waters.

It operates on a membership basis; anyone who spends ten thousand US dollars on a ticket can become a temporary member for one night of extravagant gambling on board.

This might sound easy, but this single requirement eliminates ninety percent of the people in the world.

Because land-based casinos don’t charge an entry fee, and sometimes give out money during holidays and promotions.

So, aside from gamblers who are wealthy, idle, and seek top-level entertainment, hardly anyone would want to go up there.

Of course, this alone is not enough. After all, wealthy clients like to be unique and hate having their privacy breached, so there’s a second hurdle if you want to board the gambling ship.

That is the highly secretive ticket purchase location.

Unless you know a senior member of the gambling ship, and they are willing to vouch for you, you won’t be able to buy a ticket.

Xiao Ming, in his previous life, had never been a member of the gambling ship because he was part of the organization behind it, fully aware of the ins and outs.

Upon hearing that he needed to buy a ticket, the blind old lady showed no change of expression. She smacked her wrinkled lips and asked, "What destination is the ticket for?"

"The end of the world," Xiao Ming replied.

"You might not be able to come back if you go!"

Xiao Ming was slightly taken aback, as this sentence was not part of any code.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "If I can’t come back, then so be it. The ship has no shortage of fine wine and beautiful women; living a lifetime there wouldn’t be too bad."

The old lady chuckled dryly, pointed inside her house, and fell silent.

"Thank you!"

Xiao Ming walked into the room and saw it was filled with various incense, talisman paper, and pictures of gods and spirits on the walls, reminiscent of a paper shop commonly found near funeral parlors.

The only out-of-place, or rather normal thing, was a computer amidst the clutter, behind which was a girl with a ponytail.

The girl, in her early twenties, had eyebrows, nostrils, lips, and ears filled with various studs and hoops, wore heavy makeup, and the skin showing from her tank top was covered in tattoos, making her look more like a ghost than a ghost.

However, Xiao Ming looked at her with a trace of faint affection.

Naturally, he knew the girl. Despite her intimidating appearance, she actually loved pink and small cats and dogs; she was a quintessential soft girl.

Perhaps sensing his gaze, the girl lifted her eyelids to size him up and, with a pop of her bubble gum, asked, "What ya lookin’ at? Want to lose your eyeballs?"

"Sorry!" Xiao Ming said in Mandarin, "You are so beautiful, I couldn’t help but take a couple of extra looks. I meant no offense."

The girl’s eyes immediately flitted about in panic as she pretended to type and retorted shortly in Cantonese-infused Mandarin, "Watch your mouth, careless talk can wash people out!"

"Yes, yes, yes, here’s the money for my ticket."

Xiao Ming held back a laugh as he took out the ten thousand US dollars previously exchanged at the bank and placed it on the table.

The girl picked up the money and stuffed it into the counting machine. After confirming there were no issues, she asked, "Guarantor member’s code and number."

"Yelang. Number A19."

The girl’s fingers paused, and she looked at him in surprise, "The Wild Wolf of the wilderness?"

"No, it’s the arrogantly self-important Yelang."

The girl’s expression became serious immediately, her gaze respectful and solemn. After rapidly typing on the keyboard, she stood up and handed him the printed boat ticket and a spooky mask.

"Have a great time tonight!"

"Thank you!"

Xiao Ming took them and put them in his bag, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Your current look is already perfect, so I personally suggest that you’d better not add another eyebrow piercing.

Too much of a good thing can be harmful."

He didn’t wait for the girl’s response and headed straight out the door.

In his previous life, he met this girl five years later and heard from her about how she almost died from tetanus infection while getting her fourth eyebrow piercing.

And at that moment, the girl already had three on her brow bone.

As for the "Yelang" who caused such a change in the girl’s expression, that was the code name of his mentor, Xuechao’s father.

The old man was still in prison at that time, and by the time he heard the news, at least ten days to half a month would have passed.

It wouldn’t be enough to expose him on the boat.

Leaving the urban village, Xiao Ming took a taxi to the vicinity of a fishing village’s pier, casually ate a bowl of noodles, and then checked into a roadside motel to rest.

At eight o’clock in the evening, he checked out of his room and walked towards the pier. A Bentley Mulsanne passed by him, and he scoffed and cursed, "Show-off," as he pulled out the spooky mask and put it on.

Clearly, a luxury car like a Bentley Mulsanne appearing in a remote little fishing village late at night could only mean its occupants were also about to board the ship.

The gambling ship’s pick-up location for guests was never fixed; it was randomly printed on the boat ticket. The spooky mask not only represented the customer’s identity but was also proof for the visually impaired old lady’s "ticket point."

When Xiao Ming arrived at the pier, a rusty fishing boat happened to be docking. A handsome young man got out of the Bentley Mulsanne’s front passenger seat, opened the rear door, and assisted an elder gentleman with a cane out of the car.

As soon as he got a clear view of the elder gentleman, Xiao Ming raised his eyebrows, thinking how small the world was.

Because that was none other than Zhuang Wending’s grandfather, the Zhuang Family Patriarch, Zhuang Luonian.

The old man didn’t mind being recognized at all and glanced indifferently at Xiao Ming. With the handsome young man’s assistance, he boarded the fishing boat via the plank.

"Shan, I’m just an old geezer, and it doesn’t matter if people see me. You’re still young, and you have a long future ahead of you. Put on the mask," he said.

Xiao Ming followed closely behind and was shocked to hear Zhuang Luonian say this. His gaze also fell on the handsome young man’s face.

Shan?

Could it be he was Xue Yuan Shan?

"Thank you for your concern, grandfather! But you worry too much. Shan doesn’t mind being exposed at all; in fact, I especially hope to be remembered.

That way, when people talk about me in the future, they’ll say: Look, that’s the guy who’s always by Old Zhuang’s side, Xue Yuan Shan, truly handsome and distinguished!"

The young man’s voice was soft, almost effeminate, but his words were witty, making Zhuang Luonian laugh heartily and even reach out to touch his face.

Xiao Ming felt goosebumps all over and nearly threw up his dinner.

To put it nicely, Zhuang Luonian had the airs of a noble from the bygone days of the Yelang Kingdom; to put it bluntly, he was debauched and indiscriminate in his desires.

A man in his sixties or seventies, going out with a pretty boy even prettier than most women—if those high-minded single women saw this, they’d probably tear him apart.

The old codger may be aging, but his heart isn’t; wait until the lovely little "bunny" shows his fangs, then you’ll know what a ferocious beast looks like.