In the second round, Barak bet 300,000 chips. The corners of Zahavi's mouth twitched a few times. He thought, "Madman, but I like it." He had been re - activated and had become the once - crazy gambler again. As expected, Barak won. When the last round ended, Barak had won all the chips on the table. It was a full 1.5 million Caesars, a huge sum. He lit a cigar, seemingly still wanting more. "Mr. Zahavi, your luck doesn't seem to be very good." 1.5 million was no small amount for anyone. Zahavi's face was expressionless, but for the well - planned scheme to let the big fish take the bait, he had to pay. He rubbed his brow, looking a bit tired. "I think we'll continue tomorrow. I'm not feeling well." Zahavi got up and left. Barak looked at the back of the man who had once framed him, with a mocking look on his face. He said goodbye in a contemptuous tone. "Mr. Zahavi, hope you can bring more money tomorrow." Zahavi had reached the door. He turned his head, suppressing his anger and maintaining his gentlemanly demeanor. "There are no eternal winners in the casino. Maybe tomorrow you will be the loser. At that time, I hope Mr. Barak can also bring enough money." "I will also come tomorrow. I will take back everything for my friend." Donning stood up. His 200,000 chips were almost all lost without much use. "Kid, unless you can bring 5 million Caesars, you are not qualified to participate in this gambling game." Zahavi didn't mind having a fool lose all his money together, but this fool's wealth had to be worth his effort. If he could take it out, no one would refuse a stupid person who came to give away money. He coldly replied as he turned his head. Tomorrow, depending on the situation, he would act, beat Barak back to his original state, let him go back to his cold street, and deal with this kid along the way. Barak's fingers on the chips were a bit blue because he was pressing too hard. He couldn't wait to take revenge, but now he had to be patient and wait for Donning's instructions. "Mr. Barak, today luck is on your side. What a lucky man." Varen didn't forget to praise a few words. Barak casually grabbed a handful of chips and threw them at Varen. "Exchange all the chips and write a banknote. I don't have anyone to carry so much money for me on the street." Varen immediately instructed someone to go and said respectfully, "Mr. Barak, regarding your wife and daughter, I have already sent someone to arrange it. Soon they will be sent back to your residence. I'm very sorry for what happened before, but the rules of the casino cannot be broken. You understand. I believe you can now see my determination to make up for it." This was part of the plan to stabilize Barak. His wife and daughter would make Barak feel that he had completely become a winner in the casino. In this way, he would enjoy the feeling of the casino more. Push a person to a high place, make him lose his reason, and fall into crazy self - confidence. Barak's fingers twitched a little, and his mood changed a bit. Donning was afraid that Barak would show his flaws after hearing the news of his wife and daughter, making the casino suspicious. He quickly stood up and said, "I won't give up. I will come again tomorrow." After leaving the casino, Donning went outside. When he went out, Taylor Swift was wiping the bar and expressed sympathy. "I hope today's encounter will make you come to your senses instead of getting deeper into it." Barak was awakened. He just nodded and walked out of the casino and returned to the apartment. His daughter and wife were already in the house. Obviously, no one had told them that this man who had risen again was their husband and father. They thought that man was dead. His body was taken away by wild dogs at a street corner in winter. They had never inquired about Barak's news from those prostitutes who came. Hatred had run through their lives. They had even thought that if they really saw that man again, they would not hesitate to pierce his heart with any sharp object. Looking at the old man with a scarred face, the wife and daughter went up and affectionately stroked his chest muscles. "Sir, we will serve you wholeheartedly and provide you with an emperor - like enjoyment." Compared to his wife, his snow - white hair and scar - covered face made him look extremely old, like the father of his wife. Barak grabbed their hands, his body trembling violently, and knelt down heavily, crying excitedly. The wife and daughter were startled. They had never seen a guest like this. They just stood there, looking at the man kneeling in front of them and crying hysterically. Until the man was almost out of breath because of excitement, the wife bent down and stroked the man's head. "Look, poor man. You must have encountered something sad. Don't worry. Everything will pass. The dark clouds won't stay forever. The sun will always shine on the earth." Her motherly nature was aroused. A kind - hearted woman was always like this. The daughter beside was frightened. She looked at all this at a loss. The wife looked up and reminded, "Hannah, you should go and pour a glass of water. Don't stand here stupidly." Bringing the water over, Hannah handed it up. Looking at the back of the man lying on the ground and crying loudly, she thought of a familiar person, who once made her feel warm but now made her hate him to the bone. The wife supported the man lying on the ground. "Relax, sir." She comforted this man who was about to be served, and the face she hated appeared in her mind. "I once encountered the worst thing in the world, but now I'm still alive. Compared to a woman, you should be stronger." Barak knew that she was talking about the mistake he had made. He was too ashamed to face all this. He lowered his head and even thought of suicide. "No, I have committed an unforgivable crime. There is nothing more abominable than the crime I have committed. The devil is ten thousand times better than me. No..." The wife held the water cup and let out a self - mocking laugh. "No, no matter what mistake you have made or who you have hurt, it is not as serious as the harm I have suffered. Try your best to make up for it. As long as it is not an eternal wound, it will always be smoothed over. What you need is not to cry, but to bravely face the mistake you have made." Barak stopped crying and looked up at the woman in front of him, hope in his eyes. "Really? Will the wound really be healed?" "I said, as long as it is not an eternal wound, it will always heal." The wife encouraged the man in front of her. "Then... Britney, can you forgive me?" Barak looked up, looking at his wife Britney, his eyes full of expectation. Britney was stunned. She had never seen this man, but he could call out her name. How was this possible? It was unbelievable. But she soon understood that being able to name her and her daughter to come and serve, it was normal to know her name. But she had a question. "Sir, you haven't made a mistake against me." She even suspected that this man was out of his mind. At this time, Hannah beside screamed. "Mom, I recognize his back. The back that once carried me. He is... he is..." Britney was frightened by her daughter's scream and was a bit blaming. "Hannah, no matter who he is, you shouldn't yell in front of him. It will make him break down." "No... he is Barak." Hannah retreated in horror. She couldn't believe her eyes. The water cup in Britney's hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound. The water wet the ground and soaked Barak's knees. She carefully looked at this man. Finally, she saw some clues from his eyebrows. It was that man, the devil she hated. Britney covered her eyes with both hands and screamed in horror. "This is not true. This must be an illusion. He has gone to hell. He can't be alive." The atmosphere in the apartment became strange. Barak buried his head in his chest and hung his head. "No, Britney, Hannah is right. I am that devil." Britney stood up, her face flustered. She retreated to Hannah's side and hugged her daughter's head tightly. "No, this must not be true." Hannah was so frightened that she cried. Barak slowly raised his head. "All this is true. I'm still alive, Britney, Hannah. You must not be able to forgive me. I can accept any punishment and make up for the mistakes I once made, even if it means going to hell." Britney confirmed that all this was a fact. She suddenly stopped crying, her eyes red, staring at the old man kneeling on the ground. She cursed viciously. "Barak, going to hell is too merciful for you. Your crimes are unforgivable. We will never forgive you." Barak lowered his head and let out a bitter laugh. "Then come on. Use all the ways you can think of to punish me, this devil. As long as it can make you feel a little better." "I want to leave here. I don't want to stay here." Hannah was frightened. The horrible scene of being taken away from home by thugs that day appeared in her mind. It took her many years to make those horrible memories disappear. Now those memories came back because of this man's appearance. She broke free from Britney, ran to the door, opened it and ran out into the night. Britney shook her head. She rushed into the kitchen, picked up a fruit knife, returned to the living room, and put the fruit knife against Barak's neck. Because of her trembling, the sharp blade had already cut Barak's skin, and blood flowed out along the cold blade. "Devil, I'm going to kill you. For the harm Hannah and I have suffered, dying ten thousand times is not enough to punish the crimes you have committed." Britney bit her lip, making her lips more vivid, and blood filled her mouth. Suddenly, she dropped the blade, hugged Barak's head with both hands, like a glamorous witch. "I'm going to gouge out your eyes and drink your blood." Barak didn't resist. He reached out and tore open the clothes on his chest, exposing his chest. "Come on. Before that, gouge out my heart and throw it to the wild dogs." Britney picked up the fruit knife again. Someone burst in through the door, with a girl on his shoulder. "You are not qualified to decide his life or death."