IWOL Chapter 269: The Casino Owner

Two people came out of the bathroom into the hallway. With their backs to Cui Zuojing and Dong Zheng, they walked to the other side of the hallway, not noticing that there were people spying on them from behind.

Cui Zuojing quietly leaned out from behind the wall and saw the two figures.

The two men stopped at the elevator at the end of the corridor. The man pressed the Up button, and with a ding-dong, the elevator door opened slowly in front of him.

“Let’s do that first. If anything goes wrong, tell me immediately.” Cerberus entered the elevator, but the lead manager did not continue to follow.

This elevator was the only one in the entire building that could reach the top floor. Only the boss’s personal guards and the most trusted people were eligible to ride up and take the initiative to meet the boss.

Cerberus turned around and faced the long hallway. He looked over the shoulders of the lead manager and looked at all the corners. There was no one. He seemed to have an inexplicable sense of being watched.

This feeling came from the beast-like intuition he’d honed over countless life and death battles, and he trusted it a hundred thousand points, because this intuition had saved his life countless times.

He believed it would be the same this time.

Cerberus’s eyebrows furrowed. He didn’t know what was wrong. He felt as if there were spying eyes everywhere.

The elevator door slowly closed before his eyes, but in the end, Cerberus didn’t press the button for the doors to reopen. He didn’t have the habit of using electronic products. He stood upright in the elevator, alone, and silently counted the floors in his heart. The changing number exactly matched the ones on the elevator screen.

When he reached the twentieth floor, Cerberus looked at his appearance reflected on the elevator wall and arranged his clothes until the elevator finally ‌stopped on the twenty-third floor.

The elevator doors slid open, and the quiet, neat and luxurious hallway was once again slowly displayed in front of him.

A very light smile appeared at the corners of Cerberus’ mouth. After finishing a tiring day of work, he could finally have the satisfaction of seeing the person he most wanted to see.

With the closing of the elevator door, the man’s figure disappeared in the video camera. There was no monitoring equipment inside the elevator

The white man entered another door in the hallway, and his steps quickly disappeared. They could feel the heat radiating from the keys in their pockets separated by the fabric of their pants. This reaction would only occur when they were very close to the fragment.

“That person has a problem,” Cui Zuojing said. “Can you continue to monitor where he’s going?”

“No,” Dong Zheng said in a low voice. “That person doesn’t have any electronic products for me to invade.”

Cui Zuojing nodded and said, “Then let Que’er take care of it later.”

In the box of this era, it was strange that there were still people who didn’t carry electronic products with them.

The moment Cerberus entered the elevator, Cui Zuojing had retracted behind the wall and hid. He couldn’t see the man’s face, but from the other person’s figure, he shouldn’t be Fu Zhe’s soul fragment. Cui Zuojing instinctively believed that Fu Zhe’s fragment should look similar to the real Fu Zhe, just like a copy of Fu Zhe himself. Therefore, the other fragments should also look like him…right?

Cui Zuojing’s brain had conjured the image of Fu Zhe with this kind of body and he shuddered at the sight. He immediately shook his head and threw the image to the back of his mind.

“A private elevator without surveillance, he should be heading to the boss’s side.”

When Lin Hangzhi used the slot machines to attract the attention of most gamblers and croupiers, Cui Zuojing wasn’t idle either. While holding the mentality of playing casually and acting as a scavenger for money, he was inquiring about information relating to the casino.

In the end, Dong Linhai succeeded with a gambler who had drunk too much and said some useful words: No one knew the real name of the casino owner, but the people here called him Mr. Mo, and it was rumored that he was a young man in his twenties. He rarely came to the venue below in person, and only distinguished VIP guests could see him in the VIP room.

This mysterious Boss Mo was the person that Cui Zuojing and Dong Zheng wanted to investigate during their trip. They planned to initially determine the coordinates of the boss’s residence, but they didn’t expect to see the strong echo of the fragments on the body of another man.

They quickly left the staff passage and didn’t return to the room the waiter had especially opened for them. Instead, they went to the suite Lin Hangzhi had opened.

Cui Zuojing asked, “Do you think he’s Fu Zhe’s fragment?”

Dong Zheng shook his head decisively. “It shouldn’t be. He doesn’t look a bit like Fu Zhe.”

Cui Zuojing was curious. “What does he look like?”

“He appeared to be of Middle Eastern descent, looks pretty good.” Dong Zheng didn’t know how to describe him. Sometimes his use of language could be very poor, and since he had dissolved the blood contract, he couldn’t directly pass the image he saw to Cui Zuojing.

“Then it couldn’t be him.” Cui Zuojing touched his chin thoughtfully. “But since the keys have such a strong reaction to him, he must have had a lot of contacts with the fragment…”

As Cui Zuojing said this, his voice abruptly broke off. He and Dong Zheng looked at each other and saw the same idea in the other person’s eyes. They slowly narrowed their eyes.

“Do you think Fu Zhe’s orientation is normal?” he asked after a while.

“I don’t know.” Dong Zheng replied honestly, “I don’t even know what kind of relationship the soul fragments and the subject has, and how similar are the two. Fu Zhe also hadn’t it mentioned it before.”

Cui Zuojing sighed. He thought doubtfully about what Fu Zhe had said to him and couldn’t help taking a deep breath.

“If it is what I thought it is, then things will certainly get interesting.”


When Cerberus opened the door, the casino owner named Mr. Mo was nestled in his chair, lazily flipping through the book in his hand. He was wearing soft and comfortable private clothes, with only one button fastened, and his feet under his pants were still bare.

The exquisite crystal chandelier wasn’t turned on, and only the small reading lamp on the wall were left to radiate light to all corners of the room, illuminating the book in Mr. Mo’s hands as well as his incredibly pale face. It threw a long shadow behind him, melting it into the darkness.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were opened slightly, and the evening breeze blew in, bringing in the lively noises from outside. Cerberus closed the windows, looked down at the street below showing a galaxy full of thousands of lights, and drew the thick, gorgeous curtains.

He keenly caught an unusual smell in the air and turned to ask, “Master, did you smoke hookah again?”

“No.” The young man didn’t even lift his eyelids.

Cerberus touched the hookah on the table. The residual temperature left after burning had not completely dissipated. Looking at the color, this time it was probably cut tobacco boiled in red wine. It wasn’t difficult to imagine that when the hookah was lit, the whole room must be full of the aroma of sweet wine.

There were a few sheets of paper placed next to the hookah, with unintelligible patterns written on the surface, looking like a formation.

Cerberus didn’t expose his master’s blatant lie. He went to the recliner and lowered himself on his knees. Then he gently put one hand on Mr. Mo’s knee, looked up at him, and whispered, “Master haven’t gone out all this time?”

Mr. Mo lazily hummed and finally looked at Cerberus for the first time. He asked, “Has it been busy?”

“Everything has been well taken care of.” Cerberus still insisted on following the previous topic. “If you don’t go out and just stay all day long in this room, wouldn’t you feel stifled? Or tomorrow, how about the master go out for a walk with me?”

“Okay.” Mr. Mo didn’t refuse. He shifted a little, moving into a more comfortable position. Then he narrowed his eyes slightly, not making a sound. But Cerberus still heard the faint sound of him inhaling deeply through his nose and knew that he was getting sleepy again and had just silently yawned.

Since two weeks ago, Master began to easily grow very tired. Cerberus noticed this slight change and began to specifically tell Angela every morning to make sure the master eats breakfast and to close the window in time. He just didn’t know if the other person had been doing as he said.

He held the young man’s feet that were resting on the carpet and wasn’t surprised to feel the icy chill that seemed to ooze right out of his bones. It felt cold enough to penetrate the skin and make him feel like he would freeze too.

Cerberus held Mr. Mo’s feet to his chest, and the young man took the opportunity to step on his chest in a very natural manner, absorbing his heat. Cerberus slid his hand up the young man’s calves, slowly pulling his loose pant legs up. As his hands glided up inch by inch, the temperature of the skin under his palm gradually became a little more warmer, no longer as cold as before. His temperature slowly became like that of a living person.

His long fingers trailed up until they finally touched the delicate skin underneath the knees, and Mr. Mo’s body temperature finally approached normal, the warmth that Cerberus liked the most.

The master’s body hadn’t been very good, and it was especially easy for him to get cold hands and feet. His knees, lower legs, and feet were much too cold to be normal for a human. His body was weak, his blood circulation was poor, and he lacked vitality. Cerberus knew exactly why this was so. But no matter how he tried to persuade him, the master refused to exercise. When at home, he also never wore shoes or socks, and sometimes not even clothes. He only wanted to wear a night robe, as if the fabric of other kinds of clothes would confine him.

Cerberus continued to kneel in front of the young man, held his feet to his chest, and warmed up his body with his own body temperature. They could be counted as two extremes. No matter how much he wore throughout the year, Cerberus was always full of vitality, even somewhat scaldingly so.

Mr. Mo was accustomed to this and continued to look down at his book. Cerberus simply quietly gazed at him like this, his honey eyes reflecting the dim early morning light as he imprinted this image to the bottom of his heart.

He was exhausted, and it was only at this time that he could feel the comfort from the depths of his soul.

The two of them didn’t disturb each other, and staying like this was as natural as eating and drinking, and it was right and unalterable.

Until the young man made a little sleepy sound again. He finally closed the book in his hand, and then he took one foot away from Cerberus’ chest and slid it down his body until it was pressing heavily on a certain area.

Cerberus grabbed his ankle and lowered his head to drop a reverent kiss on the back of his hand. When the young man stretched out his hand and hooked his arm around Cerberus’ neck, Cerberus hugged him up from the recliner.

“Tomorrow, where are you taking me?” Mr. Mo asked as Cerberus put him on the large, soft bed and leaned over his body.

“I’ll go wherever Master wants to go.”

Cerberus lowered his head to kiss the young man, and the young man stopped talking. But later, in between kisses, he said breathlessly, “Tomorrow, follow me to a place.”

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3 years ago

Thank you for the chapters~

Ooh, we’re getting close to the both sides meeting~ I wonder if Cui Zuojing and Dong Zheng will be able to take advantage of the young man stepping out to attempt a capture. Cerberus would most likely interfere. I wonder how this will be resolved when the fragment seems to have its own strong personality and a person it likes.

1 year ago

Yikes sorry Cerberus but ur guy is gonna get snatched.

1 year ago

Ahhh I don’t want their relationship to be broken QaQ

1 year ago

I feel like Fu Zhe won’t want to take Mo from this world. I do hope that Fu Zhe doesn’t die but, I wouldn’t be surprised.
Thank you for the chapter!