I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2113: 1358: Moon City (Part 2)
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Chapter 2113: Chapter 1358: Moon City (Part 2)
Jiang Chen sipped his beer and said, “Qing Gege, I’m not aiming at you; I’m only stating facts. It’s not just lawyers like you—doctors face the same. Should patients who can’t be saved feel guilty over that?”
Certain individuals handle their loads by themselves.
Others require some direction.
This ties to their character.
It also connects to their resolve.
Hong Xiaoyu falls into the second group.
“Bro, do you believe I ought to contact the police?”
Hong Xiaoyu cracked open another bottle, clearly feeling much lighter now, shown by his slower sips; he wasn’t gulping down full glasses anymore.
“Regarding what?”
“The online gambling problem. I’m certain plenty of folks at school hooked on online gambling besides A Feng.”
At last, enlightenment struck.
His roommate’s downfall wasn’t his fault; it stemmed from that wicked online gambling site.
“You decide that.”
Jiang Chen grabbed his chopsticks for some food, while reminding Fang Qing, “The lettuce is prepared.”
How ungentlemanly.
Why not assist with serving?
He’s acting all formal.
Perhaps he’s shy with his cousin present?
Forgetting those childhood nights crammed in one bed?
No.
It wasn’t only as kids.
Even as adults, they’d shared beds.
“You should eat more.”
Fang Qing likely lacked much appetite; after all, most girls don’t snack late at night. Not everyone boasts natural gifts—such perks still demand care.
Daoist Duanmu stands out as unusual.
Yet, martial artists demand far more sustenance than regular folks, making it all logical.
“I’ll head to the police station tomorrow to get them looking into that Moon City.”
Jiang Chen, who had been using a spoon to dish out lettuce for Fang Qing, froze upon hearing Hong Xiaoyu.
“Moon City?”
That name rings a bell somehow.
“Yes, that’s the app A Feng gambled on via his phone. I caught a peek; it’s named Moon City.”
Jiang Chen appeared pensive.
Fang Qing observed him.
Hong Xiaoyu picked up on the odd vibe too, “Bro, you’re familiar with it? You aren’t into online gambling yourself, right?”
“…”
Given Boss Jiang’s fortune, no gambling site could match bets with him.
“I’ve heard of it.”
Jiang Chen composed himself, adding lettuce to Qing Mei’s bowl.
“I need to make a phone call.”
He rose then, likely deeming the place too loud, and stepped outside.
His recollection proved accurate.
After verifying with Bai Haoran, the Moon City Xiao Yu described matched the online gambling operation run by Zhong Xiaoye, an up-and-coming figure in Haojiang—formerly from the He Family elite, under Haojiang leader Yu Guangrong, known as Nine-headed Bird.
Back when Bai Haoran brought it up in the A+ billiards spot, Jiang Chen hadn’t focused much, viewing the so-called Haojiang newcomer as beneath notice, yet he never anticipated the foe’s boldness.
No surprise Bai Haoran’s evaluation fit so well.
Truly, a type who’d stoop to anything for gains.
Launching an online gambling setup inside the mainland?
And targeting university students no less.
“Brother Bai, dig deeper into this Moon City platform online, and alert me the moment you find anything.”
“Got it.”
Jiang Chen hung up and reentered the shop.
“Bro, all good?”
“Everything’s okay.”
Jiang Chen resumed his seat, keeping it relaxed, and grinned, “Don’t end up like your sister Fang Qing; looking worn out will break someone’s heart.”
Hong Xiaoyu glanced at Fang Qing but didn’t blush, replying, “Even if sister Fang Qing appears worn, someone’s heart would still ache.”
He’d tossed out a solid opener, yet the lively night market’s clamor drowned it—neither sibling caught it, offering no reply.
The trio polished off half a crate of beer, so naturally, no one got intoxicated.
“Brother, tell me when you head out.”
“No need to see me off; handle your stuff.”
Jiang Chen, tasked with ensuring his brother reached the dorm safely, passed through Geological University’s entrance and cautioned, “Avoid causing concern. And I don’t mean for me.”
“I get it.”
With that, Hong Xiaoyu eyed Fang Qing, “Sister Fang Qing, look after my brother, please.”
“He isn’t drunk.”
“I didn’t mean tonight’s drinks.”
Hong Xiaoyu copied the flair and dashed away, halting at a secure spot to wave energetically.
Jiang Chen and Fang Qing halted.
Hong Xiaoyu spun back and hurried toward the dorm under the night sky.
“That rascal.”
Jiang Chen grinned, “He’s matured, bold enough to tease us these days.”
“Right, next opportunity, we ought to give him a proper scolding.”
Fang Qing always saw Hong Xiaoyu as family, and she’d been strict with him growing up.
Skipping any farewell, they pivoted and strolled back to the campus entrance.
“Does that Moon City connect to you somehow?”
Jiang Chen stayed composed, showing no shock.
“No connection.”
He rejected it outright.
“The mainland enforces strict rules on this. Online gambling causes massive damage, and conviction brings heavy penalties.”
Hearing the steady voice nearby, Jiang Chen let out a chuckle.
“Qing Gege, don’t try to frighten me. I know the law inside out. How could it link to me? Sure, online gambling rakes in huge cash, but a true gentleman earns riches with integrity.”
“It’s unrelated to you, though I can’t dismiss ties to those close to you.”
Jiang Chen let out a sigh.
“Smart women aren’t always a blessing.”
Fang Qing’s brows furrowed a touch, her voice shifting slightly, “It truly involves you?”
Jiang Chen shook his head, “I haven’t joined in, but I know the platform’s owner, and I’ve dispatched people to probe it.”
“University kids are falling prey; this site’s users likely number plenty. Dragging elite games to the stakes of the needy spells dire outcomes.”
A real law pro.
Sharp and precise.
The world holds numerous shady zones, unlawful yet sensible, like casinos. Crackdowns come and go, but they sprout anew in hidden spots like persistent tumors.
No system, however refined or progressive, eradicates all vices. Tolerating some doesn’t permit unchecked growth.
Casinos may persist, but their size demands limits.
Trees might surround a home, yet an oversized one shading light and dimming rooms gets felled.
Dragging elite games to the stakes of the needy.
Fang Qing nailed the phrasing.
Preying on the wealthy’s funds matters little—they can weather losses—but snatching the meager savings of the less fortunate endangers lives.
Thus, Jiang Chen nodded earnestly, agreeing with Qing Mei, “Yeah, utterly mad.”
“You remain so poised; if Moon City drags more folks into ruin, leading to suicides or shattered homes… and that’s bound to occur.”
In truth, she realized the man at her side grasped these realities, yet she pressed on anyway.
“True, I’m no cop, but as a citizen, I must act to stop this.”
Jiang Chen answered gravely.
Fang Qing ignored his remark.
“Qing Gege, I’ve got a question for you.”
Leaving Geological University’s gate once more, a notion hit Jiang Chen, “Suppose Moon City was truly mine—what would you do? Would you represent me in court if they nabbed me?”
Though the query was tough, Fang Qing answered without hesitation.
“Provided you cover the legal costs.”
Jiang Chen laughed, coming to a stop, “For real? You’d handle a case like that? Not worried about a stained reputation for life?”
“Why refuse? Given our bond.”
Jiang Chen felt touched deeply, “Those years of covering for you and taking hits were worthwhile.”
But his sentiment didn’t linger long before she added: “If you turned devilish, I’d haul you to the hell you deserve myself.”
Jiang Chen froze, then burst into helpless laughter.
Fang Qing kept striding ahead without breaking step.
“Hey, must you be so committed? Why not turn it down? Got to play the righteous kin-slayer?”
“Hey, hold up!”