Hey! The Criminal Assistance System Can Even Be Used Like This? 209

【Host, one must learn to be a little selfish. You can’t relieve your discomfort by tormenting yourself. You should calm down and tackle the difficulties before you.】

【Later in the scene, use your hacking skills to hack a small website! Hack it for three hours.】

【If you do it, I’ll give you an extra day for binding.】

【Have you seen Qin Su’s face? Your mother is getting older, and the situation will only worsen.】

The Malice Value continued to rise, and the system reminded Xu Zhizhi in a gently coaxing, mild tone. Yet, buried in the words was a threat.

Xu Zhizhi remained motionless, a faint smile playing on her lips as she followed the surrounding actors into the casino.

As the Malice Value kept increasing, Xu Zhizhi transformed into Wen Yang, showing no sign of reverting back to Xu Zhizhi due to the system’s words.

Pushing open the luxurious, grand doors, the dim yellow lights illuminated Wen Yang’s face.

The tranquil atmosphere instantly erupted into chaos, and the lavish decor, with a six-million-dollar crystal chandelier hovering above everyone, made the expansive hall feel alive.

The gambling hall was filled with all sorts of gamblers; they dressed elegantly, making grand gestures, their faces lit up with excitement, their eyes fixed intently on the card tables.

**In the moment of spinning, when the cards are flipped, and the dice shaken, all forms of life are laid bare.

Some people are exuberantly raising their hands, shouting, jumping or embracing the beauties nearby.

Others slump down, hands clutching their heads, engulfed in despair, their eyes bloodshot, unable to believe the result before them.

“How about it? Thrilled, right? Can you feel your blood boiling? Here, the minimum bet is five thousand, and both winning and losing is exhilarating.” The person who greeted them raised hands so they could see and then observed their expressions.

Wen Yang watched the scene before her, ambition filling her gaze.

She smirked, revealing an audacious grin, “Of course, I’m excited.”

The young man beside her looked at Wen Yang, recalling how she had just learned gambling skills from him; could she manage it so quickly?

He was filled with doubt, anxiety gnawing at his belief in Wen Yang’s skills.

They passed through the gambling hall, arriving at the next one.

Its host seemed intent on showing off. They traversed through these scenes, eventually reaching a place stocked with ancient calligraphy and paintings, jewels and gemstones.

Wen Yang gazed over these items until her eyes landed on a porcelain vase she had sold herself.

Bathed in cold white light, the vase was stunning, with sleek, beautiful lines.

However, Wen Yang wasn’t really looking at this but rather the background of the individual behind it.

Suddenly, an idea struck her—a way to turn the tide and regain her strength.

Her fifty million, her passport, she intended to reclaim it all.

When she pushed open a door to a seemingly secure office, the boss’s chair turned around, revealing a man with a cigar, his face exuding a sinister aura.

He raised an eyebrow at the two newcomers and glanced at the guide beside him.

The guiding foreigner stepped forward, leaning close to whisper a few words in the boss’s ear.

Wen Yang understood; this meant her old secrets were revealed. She didn’t know how much they had investigated, only that he didn’t care about such details; he was only interested in winning and losing.

As expected, after listening, the man’s gaze towards Wen Yang softened a bit.

He set the cigar aside and addressed Wen Yang, “Nice to meet you. How about we put our skills to the test and see what you can do?”

He pointed to a gambling table nearby, suggesting they test their abilities.

Cheating in high-stakes games is only perfect when it goes unnoticed.

As the boss, he didn’t gamble often, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t.

Because he could, he could personally test their levels.

Wen Yang and her companion had no chance to refute and could only reluctantly “agree in silence.”

“Snap! Break for a moment.”

Chu Lu’s voice rang out; previously, the scene had many extras, and it wasn’t easy to shoot such a large-scale scene.

After completing this moment, Chu Lu announced a break, letting everyone recharge before shooting resumed.

Feng Jie handed Xu Zhizhi a water cup, encouraging her to hydrate.

The weather had turned warm today, and given the indoor shooting with ample air conditioning, Xu Zhizhi needed to drink more water.

With her delicate white hand, she took the water cup, tilting her head and hastily gulping down its contents.

Feng Jie watched in surprise, for Xu Zhizhi was typically a relatively quiet person and seldom behaved this way.

Could it be she was getting into character?

Feng Jie lowered her gaze, pondering this possibility.

She said nothing and didn’t interfere with Xu Zhizhi’s thoughts, knowing this was Xu Zhizhi’s work.

If she was immersed in the role, then so be it; Feng Jie kept a watchful eye to ensure nothing happened to her.

Throughout the break, Xu Zhizhi remained silent, not uttering a word, but her gaze and movements had taken on extra wildness and boldness compared to her usual self.

Feng Jie observed, sensing that compared to before, a certain tranquility unique to Xu Zhizhi had emerged.

It was as if the two personalities had blended seamlessly, a willful yet strange harmony.

After a ten-minute break, Chu Lu began to call everyone back for shooting.

“Let’s go.” Wen Yang said.

They took their places at either side of the table, and this round of the boss’s trial began.

The dealer stepped up, skillfully laying out the cards and shuffling them.

The dealer’s movements were smooth and efficient, quietly finishing and placing one hand behind his back.

Gambling requires not only rapid movements but also mental fortitude; ultimately, it comes down to strategy.

This strategy exists in every aspect of life, from family dynamics to international affairs, involving everyone—winnings depend on controlling others’ minds.

On the poker table, this strategic battle is most straightforward.

With her hand resting on the dealt cards, Wen Yang wore a composed expression, distinctly different from before.

The black leisure suit contrasted with her fair skin, making her appear slender and fragile.

It seemed easy to rattle her opponent.

Yet, appearances could be deceiving; she wasn’t as easy to provoke as she looked, clenching her chips and eyeing her opponent.

Both began to reveal their cards, placing their bets.

Gambling is the most uncertain pursuit, yet for some, its outcome feels inevitable.

The young man stood nervously behind Wen Yang, sweat dampening his forehead as the chips piled up.

When the cards were revealed, Wen Yang consistently had the weaker hand.

Except hers was a straight flush, while her opponent also had a straight flush.

One started at 10, the other at 9.

One was spades, and the other was hearts.

The opponent’s hand was larger, the tension escalating with the flipping of the cards.

Every card represented a potential loss.

If they lost the streak, they would inevitably face defeat.

Wen Yang showed the slightest movement in her gaze, while the young man anxiously gulped, appearing as if he might have a heart attack if they lost.

The boss across the table gradually shifted from indifference to a solemn expression, as he hadn’t figured out how the opponent was cheating.

As for whether there was cheating or not, he chose not to consider it, for no one would be lucky enough to hit those numbers in succession.

Gambling does not rely on luck, a belief deeply held by all casino owners.

Yet as the game unfolded, he burst into hearty laughter, for the stronger his opponent, the greater potential for victory in their subsequent bets.

What he needed was simply victory.

An absolute winner!

Soon, the game reached its final card.

The last card was placed in front of Wen Yang, and the room fell into a silence where even breaths could be heard.

The boss had the spade 10, j, q, k, just one ace of spades away from perfection.

Wen Yang held the heart 9, 10, j, q, needing just a king.

For Wen Yang to win was no easy feat.

The boss looked at the covered card, “If you win, I will solve all the troubles you want resolved.

Then you do my bidding, and if you win, I’ll give you a hundred million USD.”

“But if you lose, you’ll be filled with cement and sunk into the sea.”

The young man anxiously stepped behind Wen Yang, worry shadowing his eyes.

In foreign lands, the words of such people were genuine.

And while benefits might not be fulfilled, the negative consequences would surely materialize.

Wen Yang placed her hand on the cards, her lips curling up into a smile, then she laughed heartily, “Then, let’s have a pleasant cooperation!”

As she spoke, Wen Yang flipped her card— it was a King of hearts.

The boss extended his hand, delicately pinching the card, flipping it over onto the table.

The young man covered his eyes, unwilling to look, while the others stared intently.

What came into view was a 3 of hearts.

The boss studied the card, his eyes glinting with excitement as he gazed at Wen Yang, for based on the dealing, he should have drawn an ace of spades.

He drew back his hand, clapped loudly, “Good, good! Truly, the future generation has its talents!”

This was translated by the young man; Wen Yang smiled slightly upon hearing it.

“Thank you, boss. I hope to stay alive; they are indeed being a bit excessive!” Wen Yang offered a sly smile, her expression full of entreaty, very obedient.

The boss nodded, casting a glance at the person beside him, who then turned and left.

He looked back at Wen Yang, confidently declaring, “Rest assured, you win, I keep my word. Here, everyone knows I don’t do any underhanded dealings.”

Wen Yang responded softly, “Thank you for your trust, boss.”

The advantage lies with whoever takes action; it’s the one who takes action who determines everything.

If noticed, it meant she had lost.

But it’s no tragedy; life is ultimately a chessboard, a gambling match—just give it your all with no regrets.

“Alright! Cut!”

Once this scene was done, Chu Lu quickly called out.

After Chu Lu called it, she walked swiftly to Xu Zhizhi’s side, smiling, “Zhizhi, your acting has improved again!” She reached out, patting Xu Zhizhi’s shoulder. “Once we finish filming, I’ll definitely give you a big red envelope!”

She knew that Xu Zhizhi was a bit of a money enthusiast.

“Great!” Xu Zhizhi turned her head to look at Chu Lu.

Her voice was calm but laced with a hint of madness, like a chill blowing through a cold spring, bringing a shiver.

Chu Lu was delighted and didn’t notice that Xu Zhizhi had already stepped away, calling the makeup artist to touch up her eyeliner.

Tonight, they would have to pull an all-nighter to film the subsequent scenes.

To save costs, they hurried to dismantle the constructed sets after use to save on rental fees.

Xu Zhizhi slid her hands over the filming schedule, her gaze landing on the scenes where she was teaching and exploiting geographical advantages to extort and blackmail.

Especially on the later scene where she would personally pour cement to sink someone, her lips curled into a satisfied smile.

【Xu Zhizhi! What on earth do you want to do!】

The system’s voice became shrill, causing Xu Zhizhi’s pupils to constrict.

It couldn’t maintain its cold, mechanical facade, morphing into a tone resembling a person.

Rubbing her ears, Wen Yang said lazily, “Zhizhi, she’s no longer concerning herself with you, do whatever you want! You can go bind now, it doesn’t matter!”

She exuded an aura of carefree detachment.

That was all of Xu Zhizhi’s matters; what did it have to do with her, Wen Yang?

【Xu Zhizhi is actually pulling back and playing it safe now?】

The system’s incredulous voice responded, filled with disbelief.

Wen Yang lowered her eyes, her legs crossed, her demeanor oozing defiance, “Tch, didn’t you want Xu Zhizhi to get into character even more? Isn’t she already immersed in the role now, not struggling in the slightest?”

“That Li Feng can’t stop wanting me to commit crimes to achieve your illusory goals.

Should I tell him everything and l

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