Hey! The Criminal Assistance System Can Even Be Used Like This? 211

Wen Yang’s occupation of Xu Zhizhi’s body grew longer and longer, and at the same time, her erratic and violent personality traits began to emerge one by one.

Chu Lu has always been a perfectionist, striving for excellence in every scene, and she shot various needed clips directly to avoid reshoots. After a long night of filming, they began shooting the climax of the high-stakes gambling scene. Both sides were powerful local figures plus casino operators, and this bet in this world-renowned city sent shockwaves throughout the entire place. The winner would gain resources worth billions of U.S. dollars, while the loser faced the danger of death.

The boss’s initially planned participants had two assassinated, having discovered they were in league with someone. All the qualified alternatives were either dead or had vanished beforehand, leaving the remaining individuals insufficient to cope with the opponent. Although the opponent was also facing difficulties, they still retained a top-level expert. The young man’s reputation was quite good in the southern part of the city, so when the other party made an entrance, they temporarily settled on him. However, he was too timid, which made the boss wary. Unexpectedly, a wild card appeared—the powerful Wen Yang, whose bold attitude and superior gambling skills left the boss in deep contemplation.

Crucially, investigations showed that this person did not belong to either side. After both parties agreed to cooperate and let Wen Yang take revenge, the boss began training Wen Yang. The main goal was to help her understand her opponent, so that she could defeat them rather than just rely on blind confidence.

After filming this part, they began shooting the arrival of the gambling scene. With cameras and high-speed cameras capturing the action, both sides and the stands were packed with people. Standing behind the boss, Wen Yang wore a calm expression. The young man beside her pursed his lips, his hands slightly trembling. Each person’s expression reflected their emotions, and a subtle tension filled the air. After the boss and the opposing party exchanged tough words, they invited their respective gambling experts to the stage.

Looking at the suddenly appeared and little-known Wen Yang, the opposing side showed a disdainful smile, “I didn’t expect that Aikes would invite such a little girl. I’ve dealt cards longer than you’ve lived.” Although the words were condescending, it was obvious from the opponent’s eyes that they actually held Wen Yang in high regard. They only pretended to belittle her but understood that in such occasions, no one would joke around.

“The duration of time doesn’t matter; I have no particular strengths except for better luck,” Wen Yang said playfully, spinning a chip in her fingers while leaning leisurely against the ornate chair’s back.

The opponent chuckled, “Then let’s get started. Keep it simple: bet high or low, or by points.”

“I get to choose? That’s great! Let’s bet on four high or low cards—I can’t handle anything more complicated due to my inexperience.” Wen Yang placed her hand on the table, adding a touch of playfulness. She resembled a child playing house, making one wonder if she had come to the wrong place.

The opponent looked at Wen Yang, their expression slightly contemptuous, almost subconsciously. He extended his hand and said, “Come on!” A dealer, wearing a suit and recognized as the most experienced one, approached to begin shuffling and dealing. The movements flowed gracefully, showcasing elegance in their actions.

Despite the many people present, a hush fell over the scene as they concentrated solely on the table and the immense stacks of chips above and below. If the chips were lost, everything was lost. After observing, Wen Yang pushed forward two stacks of chips worth millions. The boss stood behind her, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.

The cards were revealed: Wen Yang had a high card, Ace of Spades. The opponent had the King of Hearts. The dealer continued to deal, and the suffocating atmosphere intensified. Four cards would decide life or death.

The middle-aged man across from Wen Yang raised his eyes to briefly meet the dealer, his actions minimal yet significant. Wen Yang smiled back at him, teasingly asking, “Do you know the dealer? It seems you two are exchanging secret glances!”

“Don’t say that!” The middle-aged man shivered at the thought of something. Wen Yang winked at the dealer, “It’s okay! I don’t mind your special preferences.”

The tense poker table became a space for a playful banter between three people. Yet, no one else spoke, as nobody was foolish enough to intervene; everyone understood that they were in the midst of a duel. Victory and loss lay in their hands, and outsiders should best not meddle.

“Dealer, it’s time for the third card!” Wen Yang leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, chin propped on her hands, her bright eyes fixed on the dealer. The dealer momentarily paused, a bit slow to nod in response.

【Malice Value +121】.

The dealer extended his hand, beginning to deal the third card. He seemed unwell, and his movements lacked their previous fluidity. The man opposite took a glance at his card, a complex expression crossing his face. “…Alright!”

With the cards now revealed, Wen Yang held the Ace of Spades, while the man had the Jack of Hearts. Now everyone was fighting for the Ace of Hearts. After examining his card, the man looked up and smiled slightly, “Young people shouldn’t be too arrogant; it’s wise to prepare a fallback to avoid total defeat.”

“You already know I’m young, so being a little reckless is to be expected. Why not be even more reckless? Let’s not reveal the cards; let’s bet on one last card directly.” Her tone was light, akin to discussing the weather that day.

The boss behind her had already pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat forming on his forehead. Even so, he didn’t say anything, for this Eastern woman held a semblance of power that instilled confidence in her. The young man was already sweating profusely, his lips trembling.

Wen Yang still toyed with a chip, tossing it up and down as she awaited the opponent’s response. The man remained silent for a moment, then looked toward the dealer, finally nodding, “Alright! I’ll risk my life accompanying the nobleman!”

Before the table, vast amounts of chips were piled high. Wen Yang extended her hand, fingers pressing firmly, the chip popped out, spinning in the air before landing on the chip heap. “Reveal the cards!” With a smile tugging at her lips, Wen Yang pressed her hand down on the cards.

With a slight movement of her wrist, the atmosphere fell into a dead silence. The outcome of this duel would be revealed in this moment. Across from her, in the same instant, their cards were revealed, with a sharp corner of red visible.

Someone gasped, “Red, it must be the hearts!” Wen Yang revealed a hint of red as well, raising the tension to its peak. The man’s complexion changed palpably, for this hinted at a critical suspense.

In the next moment, both withdrew their hands simultaneously. “Ace of Hearts!” someone cried out uncontrollably. The man opposite immediately lowered his head; his expression turned incredibly ugly, and his body started to tremble uncontrollably.

His card was not the Ace of Hearts! That Ace of Hearts had only gone to Wen Yang! As cameras zoomed in on Wen Yang’s hands, the vibrant red Ace of Hearts, together with the three remaining Aces, formed the strongest quartet.

Wen Yang gazed at the man across from her, who, to her surprise, had only a Three of Hearts nearby. The scene fell into silence; the boss standing behind her wiped his sparse hair, unable to suppress the grin on his face. The atmosphere suddenly became tense, simple enough—the opponent would not accept defeat and would surely make some move.

Wen Yang stood up and quietly said, “Thank you for your kindness!” Tension filled the air as she turned and left, taking the young man with her. The boss stood to the side, behind the confrontation.

What followed was a bloody night. Wen Yang received the funds transferred from the country and boarded a flight home. Of course, the boss wouldn’t simply fulfill the contract; he indeed planned to pay, but he wasn’t ready to let Wen Yang go just yet.

Unfortunately for him, Wen Yang had already learned hypnosis; it was her gambling skills combined with hypnosis that allowed her to defeat her opponent. The boss wasn’t prepared to let her go, but he also would not let Wen Yang slip away.

After returning to her country, Wen Yang began to unleash her potential. Three days had passed since the completion of that scene. Chu Lu was quite satisfied, while Li Feng became increasingly brooding.

At this moment, the Malice Value had reached 23012, exceeding twenty thousand, throwing the system into an uncomfortable state. Several attempts were made to establish contact with Wen Yang, but regrettably, she was impervious to offense; in this world, Wen Yang had no one she cared about.

Even more frustratingly, she maintained a devil-may-care attitude, occasionally urging the system to unleash havoc. If the system could, it would have done so long ago. It imposed considerable limitations on itself, far from the omnipotent systems seen in novels. Besides some specific functions and equipped skills, it served little purpose.

When the time came to use the system’s functions, the system regretted not being more adequately equipped. Otherwise, it would have long since taught Wen Yang a lesson to rein her in a bit.

Wen Yang had gone too far. She didn’t do much either; her daily routine involved eating, sleeping, acting, and mocking the system. Over merely two days, the system transitioned from anger and anxiety to numbness.

Going forward, Wen Yang persisted in her antics, and the Malice Value grew continuously. The only consolation for the system was that Xu Zhizhi began appearing less frequently. Never once did it doubt, for the system’s detection would not yield errors.

According to its assessments, both personalities belonged to separate states, and Wen Yang’s persona was increasingly well-rounded, rapidly refining her existence as if she were a rapidly evolving artificial intelligence.

As time passed from spring into summer and then into the height of summer, Wen Yang gradually took control of all of Xu Zhizhi’s life. Feng Jie

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