"Oh? Can you read my mind now? You know me that well?"
Just as Jiang Hai was feeling proud of himself, a teasing voice drifted over from nearby.
Needless to say, he immediately recognized it — it was Jiang Hai!
Upon hearing his words, Du Famen and the two Americans sitting nearby burst into laughter.
Even Pra Walton, who usually remained composed, couldn't help but chuckle.
"Kid, you sure are arrogant. You run your mouth without thinking. Aren't you afraid of dying out there?"
Li Zhihao's grin instantly vanished. He stood up, squinting at Jiang Hai, his expression cold and dangerous.
In his eyes, Du Famen, the white man, and the black man weren't even worth noticing — and yet here was an unknown Asian daring to humiliate him publicly.
Unforgivable.
Before Jiang Hai could even respond, Du Famen rose from his seat, speaking coldly.
"Little friend, are you threatening my guest?"
Du Famen was a proud man. As a Middle Eastern tycoon, nothing mattered more to him than his dignity.
Everyone at the table knew Jiang Hai was his friend. For someone to threaten Jiang Hai was to disrespect Du Famen himself.
However, before Du Famen could finish his words, Jiang Hai casually patted his shoulder, then turned to Li Zhihao with a smirk.
"Oh? From the way you're talking, sounds like you're threatening me?"
"It depends how you want to take it," Li Zhihao said, stepping forward, meeting Jiang Hai's gaze without backing down.
In South Korea, Li Zhihao was a prince among men — not someone to be bullied.
But unfortunately for him, Jiang Hai wasn't someone to be bullied either.
Especially not when someone dared to threaten him face-to-face.
"If that's the case," Jiang Hai said lazily, "then I should let you know — I've already had a round or two with your mother.
She's got some decent skills, I'll give her that, but honestly, too much plastic surgery.
Still, it was a good night. I went in through the front door and came out the back.
Considering that, shouldn't you be calling me 'dad' or 'father'?"
Li Zhihao's face twisted in rage.
"You bastard! What did you say?!"
No one had ever dared to insult him — let alone his mother — right to his face.
The room tensed. Du Famen sat back with interest, while the white man and black man looked on nervously.
Pra Walton crossed her arms, an amused glint in her eyes.
After all, they were in the U.S., not South Korea.
Here, no matter how much money Li Zhihao had, it wouldn't save him — not when Jiang Hai had both Du Famen and Pra Walton backing him.
"Did I stutter, little punk?" Jiang Hai said disdainfully, his smile mocking.
Li Zhihao exploded.
With a roar, he lunged forward and punched Jiang Hai in the face.
Everyone around stood up in alarm — even Pra Walton's eyes widened.
Someone dared to lay hands on Jiang Hai here?
But Jiang Hai simply touched his cheek, unbothered.
With physical strength four times greater than an average human's, Li Zhihao's punch felt more like a tap.
"Hey, did you just hit me?" Jiang Hai asked, grinning as he stood up.
At over 1.9 meters tall, he loomed over Li Zhihao, his gaze full of playful mockery.
Li Zhihao gritted his teeth, furious.
"Not only will I hit you, I'll kill you!"
Before the words even finished leaving his mouth, Jiang Hai struck.
A loud smack echoed through the room as he backhanded Li Zhihao across the face.
Li Zhihao spun twice in the air before crashing to the ground, blood spurting from his mouth.
It wasn't a deep internal injury — just that Jiang Hai's slap knocked out several of his teeth.
The fragments of white among the blood were unmistakably broken teeth.
Seeing him sprawled in a bloody heap, Jiang Hai didn't plan to let him off easily.
He stepped forward again.
At the same time, Li Zhihao's three bodyguards tensed.
Originally, they had been ordered to stay out of it unless Li Zhihao was clearly attacked.
But Jiang Hai's speed was too fast — they hadn't even seen what happened before their boss was already lying on the ground.
Now, seeing Jiang Hai moving in again, they prepared to rush forward — but froze at a sharp command:
"Move and die!"
It was Du Famen who spoke.
Behind him, his bodyguards had already drawn their guns.
Normally, guns were forbidden in the VIP rooms of Caesars Palace, but exceptions were made for people like Du Famen — a royal from Dubai.
If anything happened to him, it could spark an international incident.
No casino wanted that kind of trouble.
So Du Famen's bodyguards carried weapons, and they weren't afraid to use them.
Faced with that reality, Li Zhihao's bodyguards hesitated.
No one wanted to gamble with their lives.
Meanwhile, Jiang Hai crouched beside the fallen Li Zhihao.
Li Zhihao stirred, regaining a bit of consciousness.
When he saw Jiang Hai's face, fear flashed in his eyes — followed immediately by stubborn rage.
Spitting out more blood, he glared hatefully at Jiang Hai.
"You're dead! You're declaring war on the Samsung Li family! You'll die a miserable death!"
Jiang Hai smiled casually.
"It looks like I'll have to visit South Korea sometime.
Speaking of your family... I hear you have a sister?
I've never tried a mother-daughter combo before. Sounds fun."
"You beast!" Li Zhihao roared, forcing himself up and swinging another punch.
This time he hit Jiang Hai in the chest — but again, it was useless.
Jiang Hai barely moved, a faint red mark the only sign he had even been touched.
In response, Jiang Hai lifted a foot — and with one solid kick, sent Li Zhihao flying into the wall behind him.
This time, Li Zhihao crumpled like a rag doll, unconscious.
Jiang Hai figured he'd need at least ten days to half a month in the hospital to recover.
Walking over to him, Jiang Hai sneered.
"With this pathetic level of skill, you dare to act so arrogant?
If I weren't feeling merciful, you'd already be dead."
He stood and dusted himself off.
Du Famen laughed heartily.
"Soft-hearted, are you? Shameless! But I like your style.
Come on, since the bet's off and we've got nothing better to do, let's grab dinner.
After that, we'll catch the UFC match.
Although frankly, you're better than most of those fighters — that was beautiful work."
At his signal, Du Famen's bodyguards holstered their weapons.
Li Zhihao's bodyguards, knowing they couldn't stay, quickly dragged the unconscious man out of the room.
Soon after, they left Caesars Palace, rushing Li Zhihao to the nearest hospital.
As for Jiang Hai, he followed Du Famen and Pra Walton to the restaurant.
The steaks served there were sourced directly from Jiang Hai's own ranch — though sold through Pra Walton.
The taste was incredible, as always.
After a satisfying dinner, the trio headed to the main hall to enjoy the night's UFC matches.
(To be continued.)