The reborn miracle doctor used cheats, and the prince loved him

On a snowy night, at the end of a secluded alley, an ordinary-looking private gambling house was still open for business.

The gambling hall was brightly lit and full of people, with noisy voices and the sound of dice rolling.

A black shadow stumbled to the door, looked back cautiously, then shook the copper bell hanging by the door, rang it five times, paused for a while, and rang it five more times. After three consecutive times, someone came. Come and open the door and let him in.

When everyone in the room saw the visitor, they immediately stopped what they were doing, stood up, and stared at him.

Their expressions are also different, some are surprised, some are sarcastic, some are angry and some are gloating.

Most of these were tall, thick, and fierce men. They looked more like thugs in a casino than sallow-looking gamblers.

Ignoring the strange looks from others, the man walked around the dilapidated gambling table and walked straight to the back door.

"Rong Chen! Stop! Why do you have the nerve to come back?!"

With a sharp shout, a strong man with a sinewy face behind him raised his fist and rushed towards him angrily.

Rong Chen nimbly dodged to the side, and the man jumped into the air. Before he could stabilize his body, Rong Chen raised his foot and kicked him to the ground.

The man cursed and tried to get up, but was pushed to the ground with a heavy kick. Rong Chen looked down at him and said coldly,

"If you are dissatisfied with Rong, let's have a duel. Rong will give you three moves."

Private fights are prohibited within Dark Snake, but if there is any dissatisfaction between members, they can engage in duels and one-on-one fights.

But the rule is that only one of the two parties in the duel can survive in the end, and one party must kill the other, otherwise both people will be killed.

Here, the law of survival is the law of the jungle, and strength means everything.

Rong Chen pulled out the dagger tied to his leg and used the tip of the knife to point the onlookers around him one by one.

"You can do it too! Come one by one! Rong will accept the challenge."

Everyone was sighing with disdain on their faces, but no one dared to really stand up and fight Rong Chen.

Everyone knows that Rong Chen is famous for being cold-blooded and killing people without batting an eyelid. What's more, he has just learned the Eight Immortals' swordsmanship passed down by the sect leader. His martial arts skills are incomparable. If you fight him, you have a low chance of winning. Besides, even if you win, you won't be able to win. It's likely to cause serious injury, so it's not worth it.

"why?!"

The strong man who was pinned under his feet suddenly roared, startling everyone.

I saw him whimpering while hitting the floor.

"My brother...my brother is only 16 years old. Why can't you bring him back? Why?"

"Because he must be unlucky! In this business, you have to be prepared to die at any time."

Rong Chen replied emotionlessly, but moved his feet away from him.

But the strong man lay on the ground and cried uncontrollably. The cry was deafening.

Seeing this scene, instead of showing sympathy, everyone laughed and encouraged maliciously.

"Fight him, you coward! There's no point in crying!"

"That's right, one less person dies, and less food is wasted."

Cries, laughter, and noise mixed together.

Ignoring these idle people, Rong Chen continued to walk towards the back door. When he reached the threshold, he was blocked by a man full of evil spirits.

The man had silver braids and was dressed in luxurious clothes. He leaned against the edge of the door with his arms folded and looked at him with squinting eyes.

Rong Chen immediately stepped back and saluted him respectfully,

"Young Sovereign."

This is the Young Sect Master of Dark Snake, nicknamed "White Tiger". He has received the true inheritance of the Sect Master at a young age, and his strength cannot be underestimated.

"Hey..."

Bai Hu stretched out his hand to Rong Chen expressionlessly, as if asking him for something.

After a brief hesitation, Rong Chen held up the dagger with both hands.

"Nice knife!"

Banging the dagger in his hand, Bai Hu's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he threw it away with a wave of his arm.

Seeing the menacing attack of the dagger, Rong Chen subconsciously ducked to the side, and then heard a scream from behind.

He turned around and saw that the dagger had actually penetrated deeply into the vest of the strong man just now.

The strong man stood up with a confused look on his face and reached out to touch the blood on his back. Before he could figure out what was going on, he fell to the ground and died.

Rong Chen's heart palpitated, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a little nauseous.

White Tiger scratched his ears and said impatiently.

"It's so noisy. It's so annoying. It's quiet this time."

Suddenly there was silence in the room, everyone was trembling, and no one dared to speak anymore.

Bai Hu then looked at Rong Chen with a strange expression.

"I heard that my adopted brother was also caught, but for some unknown reason, he was let go. Is that right?"

Rong Chen nodded and acquiesced.

Reaching out and patting his cold face, the white tiger said with a smile.

"Aren't you afraid that your adopted brother has become a mole?"

People around him also cast doubtful glances.

Without saying a word, Rong Chen pulled out the long sword from Bai Hu's waist, then held the sword in both hands and replied coldly,

"If the Young Sect Leader is suspicious, you can kill Rong directly now."

"Really? Then I'm not welcome!"

Bai Hu tilted his head to look at him, holding the sword in his hand with a cold look in his eyes, then raised the sword and slashed directly towards his neck.

Blood spattered.