Chapter 357: A-10 Revealed, the Poker Organization Gathers

The confidence Su Ming displayed.

It undoubtedly earned a nod of approval from Old Morgan, though it also left him with a lingering sense of unease.

Because the icy, sharp, and life-disregarding look in Su Ming’s eyes just now was something Old Morgan had seen before. With his status and experience far beyond the average person, he had encountered such a gaze once—on the face of a United States counterterrorism soldier stationed abroad.

But compared to Su Ming, that soldier’s eyes had also held numbness and the despair of someone on the verge of collapse. He had clearly suffered psychological trauma, unable to communicate properly with others.

Not long after returning home, even after undergoing therapy with a psychologist, the soldier still chose to end his life with a bullet.

In his suicide note, he wrote that his hands were stained with too much blood. The numb feeling of firing bullets into enemy chests made him feel like he was no longer human.

The agony and despair, mixed with the sense of duty to his country, tore at him again and again.

In the end, under this unique torment, he chose to end his life, to spare himself, to accept the punishment of his own conscience.

Just from this alone, Old Morgan could tell that Su Ming was anything but ordinary.

Because he had just witnessed Su Ming reveal that same gaze—perhaps even colder and sharper. It was likely that Su Ming’s hands had taken even more lives.

Yet unlike that soldier, Su Ming’s mental state appeared completely normal. At the very least, there were no signs of him being on the verge of breakdown or losing control.

Moreover, at the beginning, Su Ming hadn’t shown that deadly gaze. It was only after repeated questioning that he reluctantly revealed his trump card.

The fact that he could shift his expression so easily was proof enough that his mind was sound.

Though Old Morgan couldn’t shake a certain unease, he chose not to press further. Nor did he try to understand why someone as young as Su Ming would carry such a terrifying look in his eyes.

All he cared about now was the one sentence Su Ming had just said.

The best criminal police officer is also the best criminal.

Of course, even if Old Morgan wanted to dig deeper behind the scenes, he could never have guessed…

Su Ming.

Was actually a system-trained, chosen criminal—not the perfect criminal police officer he appeared to be.

Because of the system’s unique nature, Su Ming had simulated hundreds of thousands of crimes, his hands soaked in blood and death, without ever suffering mental collapse.

But in the end, after mastering everything, Su Ming chose to become an “Old Six,” betraying the path he was intended to walk.

A chosen criminal?

Not even a dog would want that. Becoming an ace criminal police officer was far easier. It was like learning skills from a teacher—whether to use them for good or evil was a decision left to oneself.

At this moment.

Old Morgan lifted the other glass of red wine from the center console, raised it slightly to Su Ming, nodded with a faint smile, and took a sip.

“Chief Su Ming.”

“Your confidence pleases me. It makes me all the more eager to see your performance in the coming days.”

“No matter how confident you are now, in the end, results are what matter.”

“If you can truly capture the killer of Little Morgan within seven days, then… I believe we can discuss the possibility of you staying in the United States.”

“Don’t worry about public opinion. Just go ahead and make the arrest boldly.”

Clearly.

Seeing Su Ming speak with such calm confidence, and witnessing that icy, razor-sharp gaze, Old Morgan couldn’t help but feel the urge to recruit him.

The reason the Jewish consortium had grown so powerful was because they actively sponsored all kinds of talent around the world, putting them to use for the consortium’s benefit.

By controlling the world’s sharpest minds, they naturally came to control the vast majority of its wealth.

For this very reason.

The United States, nearly dominated by the Jewish consortium, had become the top choice for scientists, doctors, and professionals in cutting-edge fields.

Su Ming, however, didn’t respond to Old Morgan’s invitation right away. Instead, he withdrew that piercing gaze, set down his wine glass on the center console, and said seriously,

“CEO Morgan.”

“I’m not interested in those things right now. My only goal is… to destroy the entire Poker Organization.”

…

While the Morgan Financial Group convoy was heading toward the New York Police Department,

On another road in Queens, a heavy-duty SUV and a luxury sports car pulled up in front of a sizable casino.

Moments later,

K, Q, and J stepped out of the two vehicles and entered the casino.

The three made no effort to conceal their identities. K and Q wore no disguises, not even human-skin masks, walking in with their real faces exposed.

J, in order to avoid police pursuit, did wear a human-skin mask. But even so, he didn’t bother avoiding the surveillance cameras.

This was the front entrance of a casino founded by Q. If they had wanted, they could have used countless methods to bypass all road surveillance and ensure no one knew they had ever been there.

But now… they made no effort to hide. It was clearly intentional.

Once inside the lavish casino, Q didn’t hesitate. He immediately led the way to the top floor, which was closed to the public.

In front of a large door on the top floor,

Q suddenly stopped, turned to the expressionless K behind him, then glanced at J with the human-skin mask, and said meaningfully,

“To be honest.”

“When the teacher told me to build such a massive, sealed conference room inside the casino, I thought it was overkill. I figured we’d never actually need to use it.”

“After all, in my original vision, there shouldn’t be any organization or individual capable of forcing all of us to gather here and come up with a unified response.”

“Professor taught us enough skills. Caution, vigilance, and calmness—he drilled those into us every time.”

“But I never expected… that in just a few short years, we’d face a threat so great it would require all of us to come together.”

“I don’t know whether to say our teacher was that brilliant, that he even foresaw a crisis like this in the future… or to say…”

“One of you lost too catastrophically, and the other is just too brainless.”

At Q’s complaint, K frowned slightly but simply pointed at the door and said,

“Q.”

“This isn’t the time to complain. Open the door.”

“The dogs from Dragon Country are almost at the New York Police Department. Meeting with those kids and planning our next move is the top priority.”

“It’s true I lost before, and I admit it.”

“But this time… here in the United States, with the advantage of timing, location, and support, we absolutely cannot lose. If we do, the Poker Organization will vanish into the dust of history.”

As soon as those words were spoken,

Q, who had been ready to continue complaining, fell silent. He let out a long sigh, then reached out to scan his fingerprint and opened the massive conference room door.

As the doors swung open,

Ten sharp gazes immediately turned toward the entrance with heightened alertness.

And in K’s view,

Ten young men and women stood inside, ranging in age from eighteen to twenty-two.

Though it had been six years since they last met, and some faces had changed enough to be unfamiliar, the blood-deep sense of connection remained strong.

Most importantly… on the middle finger of each of their left hands was a pure silver ring, engraved with symbols ranging from A-10…