Donning, who had left the casino, originally planned to take a rest. However, thinking of the wrongs that Barak had committed in the past, he couldn't help but worry about what would happen if Barak met his wife and daughter. If Barak, out of guilt, chose to commit suicide in front of his wife and daughter, it would disrupt all of Donning's plans. When he arrived at the entrance of the apartment, he happened to see a girl running out of the apartment in a hurry. Donning knew that his guess seemed to be about to be verified. He knocked the girl unconscious and rushed to the apartment entrance, just in time to witness what had just happened. Barak looked up at Donning, his face contorted with pain. "Mr. Donning, I have committed unforgivable crimes against them. No matter what means they use to retaliate against me, it can't lessen my sins or my guilt." Donning placed Hannah on the sofa and walked over to Barak. He snatched the knife from Britney's hand and glared at Barak fiercely. "I'm sorry, Mr. Barak. You do deserve to go to hell, but now your life belongs to me. Without my permission, no one can decide your life or death, not even you yourself." He then looked up at Britney, who slumped to the ground in tears after the knife was snatched away. "I think I've made it very clear. His life belongs to me. Before he finishes the tasks for me, no one can harm him. Of course, after that, you can torture him in any way you can think of until he dies, and I will never stop you." Fortunately, he arrived in time, and this disaster was temporarily averted. Donning sat on the sofa, while Britney and Hannah were taken to the bedroom. Barak stood in the living room, looking pale. "Mr. Barak, I have to emphasize again that you have sold your life to me." Donning's voice was cold and emotionless. "Anyway, you have to act normal tomorrow. Don't let me down." When Hannah woke up, she threw herself into her mother's arms. "Mom, I'm scared. I want to leave here." Britney comforted her daughter. She didn't know what kind of deal there was between the devil and that fierce man, but it seemed that if they disrupted the deal between them, her and her daughter's lives would be in danger. She didn't feel the slightest sympathy for Barak, who was like a devil. She was only worried about her daughter getting hurt. Her daughter was her only spiritual support. The door opened, and Donning glanced at the mother - daughter pair. "No matter how much you hate Barak, from now on, you have to make up with him as if nothing had happened, or I can't guarantee your safety." In order to make this matter go smoothly and ensure that Barak's state would not be affected, Donning had to act like a villain. He had never considered himself a good person. Sympathy would become his weakness and give those cruel opponents an opportunity to take advantage. He remembered the common reminder from his ninety - nine uncles. "If you want to deal with villains, you have to be more vicious than them to make them feel fear." Walking out of the room, Donning continued to issue orders. "Your wife and daughter won't affect your mood at least for this period of time. Adjust your state to meet tomorrow's test." Barak secretly glanced in the direction of the bedroom and looked at the suddenly fierce young man, who was like a wolf, with some worry. "Mr. Donning, there are no eternal winners in the casino. According to what you said, Zahavi Alkmaar and the casino are in cahoots. They will never sit around and wait for their doom." "Mr. Barak, of course they won't sit around and wait. The key lies in the cane that Zahavi always carries with him." Donning thought it was necessary to reveal some inside information to Barak. "He has always carried that cane." Barak also thought this matter was very strange. "But what's the use of a cane?" "Just as you guessed, a young man, with all his limbs intact, but always carrying a cane." Donning slowly revealed the mystery. "Because there is a magical magic stone inlaid at the top of that cane, which can easily change the results on the gambling table. You were defeated by that magic stone. Zahavi has learned the simplest form of arcane magic and activated that magic stone." Barak seemed to have heard something incredible. He opened his mouth wide and looked at the young man in front of him in amazement. After coming to his senses, he shook his head in denial. "Impossible. This is Brot City, right under the nose of the Holy See. No one dares to use magic to interfere in worldly affairs. That would lead to extremely serious consequences. No one can bear the punishment of the Holy See." Naive Barak obviously regarded the Holy See as a just place. Donning heard the funniest joke. "Mr. Barak, in Brot City, there is nothing that Alkmaar can't solve. The Holy See doesn't mind issuing a pardon to this richest banker in Brot." Barak was a bit confused. "Zahavi has been removed from the Alkmaar family. Mr. Alkmaar won't serve a person with a bad reputation." "A person who is greedy for money will never care whether the source of wealth is clean or not. It's just a play to deceive the world." Donning walked towards the door. "Let's wait and see. The truth will always come to light and see if Mr. Alkmaar is really as sacred as you said." "Barak, poor man. Before long, you will become a penniless beggar again. Enjoy this brief moment of beauty." Zahavi Alkmaar looked at this small - scale capitalist who had regained his former grace on the gambling table and uttered the most vicious curse from the bottom of his heart. "I want to see you kneel in front of me again, begging me voluntarily to send your wife and daughter back here again." The next day's gambling game was about to begin. Barak behaved very naturally, his face filled with the joy of yesterday's victory, showing a strong determination to continue the victory. The intimidation last night had worked a little. Britney and Hannah didn't make any more trouble. They treated each other with respect. Early in the morning, Britney even made breakfast. Donning guessed from Barak's expression that the matter regarding Britney and Hannah last night had obviously been resolved. This was the result he had hoped for. His eyes fell on Zahavi's cane placed aside. The magic stone at the top of the cane was dim, and the magic hadn't taken effect yet. A magic stone, even the lowest - level super - natural power wielder wouldn't take it seriously. Donning was fully confident that everything would develop as he had expected. "Young man, before that, we have to verify the funds first." The casino owner, Valen, had a somewhat threatening tone in his words. "If you can't produce enough gambling funds, I will have someone throw you out of the casino." Donning took out a bank note worth five million Caesars. When Valen saw the number on the note, he nodded with satisfaction and his attitude became respectful. "Wish you a pleasant time." He muttered in his heart that there were still some fish that had slipped through the net in Brot. A young man with a bank note worth five million Caesars in his hand. He didn't mind catching this young man who had come to his door. Next were the two main characters. Zahavi took out a note worth ten million Caesars and waved it in front of Barak. "I hope your good luck can continue, dear friend." Barak took out all his property, a note worth ten million Caesars, plus the one - point - five million Caesars he had won yesterday. These assets were already ten times more than what he had ever owned. He was a bit worried in his heart, but he tried to keep calm on the surface and showed a gentlemanly smile. The scar on his face became distorted. "Thanks to your kind words. This grand gamble might become a much - talked - about story, and I will be the real protagonist of this story." This was all the property Donning could take out. The wealth he got from Kafu was just a drop in the ocean for Mr. Alkmaar himself, but for Zahavi, Alkmaar's distant nephew, it was enough to make him excited, provided that he won this gambling game. He was very confident, and his fingers unconsciously stroked the cane he carried close to his body. The gambling game began. At first, no one was willing to bet all their chips at once. They were all probing each other, and only a small amount of chips entered the prize pool, and the three of them had wins and losses among themselves. But as time passed and they got familiar with the feeling of the gambling table, the scale of the gambling funds on the table began to change. From betting half a million to one million, Valen, who was dealing the cards beside them, had never seen such a situation before, and his fingers trembled as he dealt the cards. Donning was always just a supporting role. The real protagonists were Barak and Zahavi. Soon, Zahavi's fingers stroked the cane beside him, and the ruby glowed with a strange light, which flashed and disappeared so quickly that it was hard to notice, but it was enough to decide the outcome of this gambling game. Donning pushed all his remaining gambling funds into the prize pool, making a desperate move. At the same time, it was also a signal to Barak that it was time to deal a fatal blow to the opponent. Once Zahavi still lost after using the cane, he would surely become suspicious, so there was only one chance. Donning raised the threshold for continued participation. Valen had already regarded all the wealth in the prize pool as his own, but he also had to act a bit more calmly. Barak glanced at Donning and gracefully reminded his companion. "Young man, pinning your hopes on one hand of cards is not a wise move." "Sometimes, a desperate move can bring unexpected gains. The situation on the gambling table changes in an instant, and no one can guess it correctly." Zahavi was of course happy to have someone enter the trap in advance and expressed his admiration and encouragement for the young man. Donning showed appropriate pride at the right time, matching the other's attitude. Barak put one hand on the pile of chips, threw a chip into the prize pool. Valen wanted to remind him, but soon he shut his mouth. Then Barak pushed the mountain - like pile of chips along the table towards the prize pool with his palm, making a crisp sound. He bet all his chips. "Mr. Zahavi, you're right." Barak stared closely at Zahavi, waiting for his decision. He was skeptical about Donning's magic theory. Whether Zahavi would follow suit in the face of this crazy bet, he wasn't sure. He showed a little nervousness. No one could remain calm after betting all their wealth on the gambling table. He had to act more realistically. "Stupid gambler. Since you want to end this gambling game early, I'll fulfill your wish." Zahavi's eyes showed excitement and madness as he pushed all his chips into the prize pool as well. "This gamble will become a much - talked - about story, but the winner will be me, poor Barak. The first failure wasn't enough to make you vigilant. What a dedicated gambler." He turned over his cards. When he saw the cards, his expression became rigid. This was not the hand of cards he wanted. The magic had failed. What was going on? Stuck in shock, Zahavi slumped into his chair. Barak turned over his cards. His cards were not very large, but they were enough to win this gambling game. Almost unable to restrain his excitement, he stood up from his seat and threw the mountain - like pile of chips into the air with his rough hands. "Mr. Zahavi, I haven't forgotten my past failure. A person will never fall twice in the same place. I firmly believe that this time the scales of victory will tip in my favor. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time." Valen's face was ugly. Tens of millions of assets were given away in an instant. This was a frustrating result. He didn't know how to salvage this huge loss. Donning was extremely calm. His first step had been achieved, but this was far from his entire plan. If Zahavi was a standard gambler, then this gambling game was not over yet. Zahavi couldn't figure out what went wrong. The magic had failed, and he had lost tens of millions of wealth, almost all the wealth he had accumulated over the years. Most of the casino's income flowed into Mr. Alkmaar's hands, and this was all he had got. Years of business had vanished into thin air. He couldn't accept the reality. He had to win it back. No one could win on his gambling table. Just now must have been an accident. Next, as long as he gambled one more time, everything would come back.