A Top Scholar in Everything-Chapter 942 - 928: The Wastrel’s Gamble

"Damn, those two bastards, at this time, could they still be slacking off?"

In front of the corridor.

A cursing voice came, making Baiyu's eyes light up.

Here they come.

He held his breath, his Spiritual Power highly concentrated.

Quickly, the footsteps stopped in front of the door. With a creak, the door opened. The person seemed to notice the silence, felt wary, and stopped cursing. Instead, he scanned the surroundings with hawk-like eyes.

However.

No matter how cautious he was, he couldn't have anticipated that a Martial Arts Grandmaster had been waiting in the room for him for exactly an hour.

Baiyu suddenly erupted, his palm turned into a blade, and he struck down swiftly.

A surge of Blood Qi burst from his palm, knocking the man unconscious instantly. The man fell to the ground with a thud, unable even to see Baiyu's face before passing out.

Baiyu calmly placed the man into a bag, tied it up, and tossed it into the corner of the room.

In that corner.

There were already seven black bags.

This man was obviously not very high-level, perhaps just a step above the laborers. He was probably not in contact with people like Changzhi Shuyuan or Ivan Lawrence, the sons of parliament members.

So Baiyu decided to wait a little longer.

When those above didn't receive any messages and came down to inquire, Baiyu would strike again, catching a big fish and getting the full picture of the situation on the airship.

The airship was enormously large.

In a short period, Baiyu wasn't afraid of being discovered. Moreover, Changzhi Shuyuan was the typical bureaucratic child, so his subordinates' style was also bound to be highly bureaucratic.

It would be hours before they realized someone was kidnapping their people on the airship.

Don't overestimate this group's ability to handle affairs. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

And no one would think someone would dare take action against Changzhi Shuyuan's people on the airship. This was Changzhi Shuyuan's turf; there was more than one Grandmaster on board.

Baiyu continued to play the waiting game in the airship room.

Elsewhere.

In the luxurious room at the top level of the airship, a blond man held a glass of red wine, his eyes narrowed to slits, looking at the divination master before him: "Impressive, you're pretty good, managing to gamble against my people."

Beside the blond man.

The young man who had gambled with the divination master earlier was now standing respectfully, eyes straight ahead.

The blond man was the owner of this airship, Changzhi Shuyuan, and the man beside him was clearly the gambler he groomed specifically to earn money for him in the casinos.

Changzhi Shuyuan sipped his wine and said indifferently: "I have a wager. If you can help me win, I can fulfill any of your requests."

The divination master said softly: "I need the Magic Elixir Recipe and preparation method of the Sequence Three True Knower from the Wisdom Sequence, can you provide it?"

"The Wisdom Sequence... aside from the Silence Bookstore, only the Tukalati Clan possesses it. Both forces are not to be trifled with. This wager is not worth that price."

Changzhi Shuyuan stood up from the sofa: "You are in my hands now, whether you live or die, it's up to me. I think using your life as a reward should suffice?"

Upon hearing this sentence.

The divination master didn't shrink back from this threat. Instead, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his skin.

Changzhi Shuyuan glanced and immediately frowned, staring carefully at the divination master's exposed arm.

Artificial fake skin.

Seeing this skin, Changzhi Shuyuan immediately understood that the divination master before him was just a substitute. Even if he killed him, it would only make the main body feel some heartache, to no avail.

"I didn't expect you could use a substitute, seems like you're quite a troublesome guy. For the Wisdom Sequence, I can help you get the Sequence Three True Knower Magic Elixir, but the recipe and preparation method are absolutely impossible."

Changzhi Shuyuan spoke coldly.

The divination master nodded, knowing this was about the limit of what Changzhi Shuyuan could do. After all, the Sequence Three Magic Elixir Recipe was extremely valuable and was never to be leaked.

"Remember, if you can't win, you know what the consequences will be."

Changzhi Shuyuan coldly stared at the divination master.

He was about to explain the next step of the plan when suddenly a guard came in from outside and whispered something in Changzhi Shuyuan's ear.

Changzhi Shuyuan frowned, his face growing more somber.

"Send someone to handle this, reliable people,"

He ordered heavily, then brought the divination master to another luxurious room on the airship. The room was filled with all sorts of gambling tables and was extremely quiet, except for the bunny girl maids and another lavishly dressed young man.

Behind this young man were two bodyguards, one male and one female, with no distinguishing features from their outward appearance.

"Ivan, long time no see."

As soon as Changzhi Shuyuan entered the room, he put on an exaggerated smile, full of enthusiasm. Anyone unaware would genuinely think it was two old friends reuniting.

But those who knew of their relationship would not think so.

Changzhi Shuyuan.

Ivan Lawrence.

Both were sons of the top ten parliament members, and their fathers didn't get along well. The two frequently clashed and plotted against each other, often embarrassing each other.

But given their prominent backgrounds.

They both kept it in check, usually employing underhanded and discreet methods, never showing it publicly.

The basic facade had to be maintained.

This gamble was yet another bout between the two.

It began when Ivan happened to find a gambling expert, leading to a clash with Changzhi Shuyuan,

Ivan Lawrence and Changzhi Shuyuan both brought their own gambling experts to face off, and whoever prevailed would win a fortune from the other side.

This fortune.

Was enough to easily purchase a bottle of Sequence Three Magic Elixir, with plenty left over. Even with their wealth, putting up such a sum was a significant strain.

Moreover.

After defeating their opponent, there was the immense satisfaction and the opportunity to ridicule and mock, which was what both sought most over their years of rivalry.

"Mr. Shuyuan, this time I've come to gamble to my heart's content, have you prepared enough chips?"

Ivan Lawrence wore a professional fake smile, sitting at the top of the largest gambling table in the center.

Changzhi Shuyuan replied with a cold smile: "Of course, I'm prepared, I'm just afraid you can't win them. If you have the skill, you could even win this airship."

Upon hearing this, Ivan's expression changed slightly.

He had come prepared, knowing this could be a high-stakes game, but didn't expect it to be this significant.

This airship from the Mechanized Church, even he envied, was of great value. Moreover, the airship had always been Changzhi Shuyuan's symbol. If he could win it, it would be a constant proclamation to everyone in the Federation that he had stomped Changzhi Shuyuan down.