Chapter 304: Jin Zai Bei Falls Into the Trap
After moving into Alice Apartment, all the money he earned was squandered on gambling.
Now, on the 5th floor, Kim Bukk stared at the last few chips in his right hand.
He decided to gamble one final time.
He had experienced situations like this many times before.
Sometimes, that final gamble would pay off, allowing him to turn things around.
But other times, losing meant there were no more chances.
Most of the time, losses far outnumbered wins.
Despite this, Kim Bukk hadn't given up on this attempt.
He prayed to heaven for victory, but unfortunately, he couldn't even win this simple high-low bet.
Furious after losing, he suppressed his temper and headed to this floor's restroom. The restroom was luxuriously decorated.
The space was quite large, with pristine white surfaces making everything appear clean.
He turned on the faucet and continuously splashed cold water on his heated, red face.
Kim Bukk couldn't even remember how much cold water he'd used before the temperature on his face and his agitated, troubled heart finally cooled down.
After cooling off, he lifted his head and stared at his reflection in the mirror.
At 35 years old, he should still be considered young.
But looking at this face ravaged by gambling, smoking, and drinking to drown his sorrows.
He looked every bit like someone well into his forties.
"No, I need to turn this around!"
Pulling out a Fruit Phone, Kim Bukk saw it was just past 9 PM. In less than three hours, his daily 10,000 yuan would be deposited.
Alright, he'd stay here a while longer and watch others gamble.
Just as Kim Bukk had this thought, he noticed a stall door opening on the left side.
Out walked a tall, 1.85-meter white man with golden short hair.
Looking at this white man, Kim Bukk inwardly cursed these white guys as sons of bitches - how could every single one of them grow so damn tall?
Korea was different from Hua Country - Korean men, unless exceptional cases, all had to serve military duty, even those idol male stars couldn't escape it.
Therefore, Kim Bukk as an ordinary person was no exception.
During his military service, he had once entered the American military base in Korea.
There he saw many American soldiers, each one towering and bulkier than Korean soldiers like himself.
Honestly, Kim Bukk thought that if it were ancient times with close combat, he'd definitely feel fear seeing enemies this large and strong.
But times were different now - modern warfare relied on firearms.
With guns and artillery, the advantage of large stature gradually diminished.
To put it bluntly, a child with a gun could take down several adults.
Of course, if close combat happened in modern warfare, it would still depend on physical fitness and fighting skills.
Having finished washing his face with cold water, Kim Bukk prepared to leave and watch others gamble while waiting for time to pass.
But just then, the large white man who had been beside him, originally washing his hands at the adjacent sink.
As Kim Bukk turned to leave, this golden-haired white man suddenly attacked him.
The attack was simple - the golden-haired white man used his height advantage, wrapping both arms around Kim Bukk's neck.
Under normal circumstances, being choked from behind by a 1.85-meter attacker would leave most ordinary people unable to counterattack. But Kim Bukk wasn't ordinary. He was, after all, a lab rat who had survived four rounds in Korea's Alice Apartment.
He was a man with betting amounts reaching as high as 670 million USD!!!
Of course, one key reason for such high betting amounts was that he was the only Korean lab rat in this special live stream.
So Korean users in the live stream room would definitely use one of their three betting opportunities on him. But if Kim Bukk's abilities were merely average.
Just someone who barely survived four rounds to participate in the special live stream, he wouldn't have received such high betting amounts from Korean viewers.
So where did Kim Bukk's true strength lie? Don't forget what was mentioned earlier about Korean men.
Basically all had to serve military duty, and Kim Bukk had served too. During his service, his greatest strength was close combat.
During his military service, Kim Bukk's performance in areas like marksmanship and long-distance marches could only be described as average at best.
Barely passing level.
But this guy's combat skills were like a window opened for him by heaven - a natural talent maxed out from birth.
Just with his combat skills alone, not to mention among recruits, but even among veteran soldiers.
This guy was the top performer.
Although he hadn't been a soldier for a long time and was now 35 years old, his bodily instincts and muscle memory remained intact.
The 1.85-meter golden-haired white man choking him from behind was actually thrown to the ground with a single shoulder throw.
After throwing him down, Kim Bukk began cursing at the white man lying on the ground.
Of course, he cursed in English.
Simple profanities like "fuck your mother."
Cursing wasn't enough - Kim Bukk prepared to kick him too.
But just then, a sharp pain struck his lower back and abdomen.
An intense numbness swept through his entire body.
Instantly, Kim Bukk felt completely weak.
Staggering, he collapsed to the ground. As he fell and was about to lose consciousness, he saw that another white man had appeared behind him at some point, holding a black stun gun in his hand.
Kim Bukk closed his eyes with extreme unwillingness.
"Are you okay? Mark?"
"I'm fine, just didn't expect this lab rat to be so fierce - even I got shoulder thrown by him."
These two were none other than James and Mark.
Mark had said he would help James hunt the lab rat Kim Bukk.
So after finding Kim Bukk, they discovered he'd been gambling on the 5th floor.
There were too many people there, so they had no opportunity to strike.
Thus they had been waiting for a chance.
James said people have three urgent needs.
Kim Bukk would definitely need to use the restroom, so they had been waiting in the restroom, finally catching him around 9 PM.
"Here? Or somewhere else?"
Mark locked the men's restroom door to prevent other people from entering.
"Take him away, to my water slide."
"Otherwise, wouldn't my large suitcase be brought for nothing?"
Mark watched as James retrieved a very large white suitcase from a stall.
He felt somewhat puzzled: "You've killed far more people than I have. The number of people dying in your water slide in one day might equal all the people I've killed in my lifetime. So why do you always refuse to kill with your own hands?"