Who put the yellow robe on me?

Jiang Chen's gaze grew sharper, his voice calm but undeniable: "We're not kidding, Madam Bai. We'll investigate the people in the gambling house, but first, I need you to tell me more details. What kind of humiliation do you mean by 'humiliation'?"

Mrs. Bai was silent for a moment, as if deep in thought. The anger on her face gradually subsided, but a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes. "My husband has been a night watchman in the capital for many years. Although he is a night watchman, he was once a capable man in the streets, and some casinos often hired him for work. Although he is addicted to gambling and has accumulated a lot of gambling debts, he has never done anything harmful. But just three days ago, he was caught by a gambling shop clerk and was accused of cheating in the game. He was exposed and caused a sensation in the city."

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows slightly: "Cheating? He really cheated?"

"He didn't," Mrs. Bai whispered. "He just occasionally did odd jobs in the gambling house, often being asked for help by powerful people, or even threatened. He didn't have the guts to cheat in the gambling game. It's just that someone used evidence to frame him."

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, a look of deep thought flashing in his eyes. He turned gently, walked to the window inside, and looked out at the street outside. The dark street seemed still quiet, with only a few pedestrians passing by. There seemed to be nothing unusual, but he could sense the uneasiness and unrest within.

"Mrs. Bai, what you said makes me doubt whether everything is really as it seems." Jiang Chen whispered, "The gambling house incident may just be superficial. Is there a bigger conspiracy behind your husband's death?"

"A conspiracy?" Mrs. Bai looked down at her husband's body, her tone suddenly filled with fatigue and sadness. "Do you know? My husband looked practically insane in his last moments. He came home drenched in sweat, with a look of extreme fear in his eyes. He said he saw something he shouldn't have seen in the gambling house. Before he died, he grabbed my hand and muttered, 'A disaster is coming,' but I didn't understand what he was referring to."

Jiang Chen turned around and stared at her slightly pale face. He paused, his eyes darkening. "If we don't get to the bottom of this matter, I'm afraid the situation will become even more complicated."

Xiong Zhiheng asked, "Mrs. Bai, what's the name of that gambling house?"

Mrs. Bai's eyes were dull as she said, "It's called Baotong Gambling House."

Jiang Chen turned around and said, "Xiong Zhiheng, let's go find that gambling house. Maybe we can find some clues."

Xiong Zhiheng nodded, and the two said goodbye and left the house.

Walking out of the door, the night wind blew the leaves, bringing with it a moist scent, as if foreshadowing something ominous.

As the two men walked toward the Baotong Casino, Jiang Chen's heart sank with anxiety, filled with unanswered questions. Bai Yinlang's death, the shadow of the casino, and whether the unspoken "humiliation" concealed a greater secret? All of this filled him with a deep sense of crisis.

As I approached the Baotong Casino, the air was thick with the smell of alcohol and smoke, and the sounds of noise filled the air. The door to the casino was open, and several drunken gamblers were arguing. The lights inside the casino were dim, and there was an air of decay, as if this place concealed endless darkness.

The two came to the Baotong Casino, only to see that it was filled with smoke and chaos, with people from all walks of life mixed in.

Jiang Chen and Xiong Zhiheng asked the gambling shop assistant to find the owner. After a while, a fat man who looked like a businessman slowly walked out. Seeing their serious expressions, he immediately knew that they were not ordinary customers. He walked up to them and asked, "Who are you..."

Xiong Zhiheng took out his Ministry of Justice badge and casually waved it. The badge shimmered with golden light, instantly attracting the attention of everyone in the gambling house. The man's face changed when he saw him, and he immediately bowed and saluted. "So you are an official from the Ministry of Justice. I am the owner of this gambling house. How can I help you two, Baotong Casino?"

Jiang Chen didn't rush to speak, but looked at him coldly. "Boss Zhen, we have something to discuss with you."

Boss Zhen smiled broadly, "No problem, no problem. Please follow me, gentlemen." Although his smile was kind, Jiang Chen could sense a hint of uneasiness from his slightly trembling hands.

Led by Boss Zhen, the two men walked to a private room upstairs. Inside, a dim oil lamp flickered, and the air was thick with the scent of tobacco and stale alcohol. Jiang Chen and Xiong Zhiheng sat down, and Boss Zhen poured two cups of tea. He continued to smile, but his eyes were filled with vigilance and nervousness.

"Boss Zhen," Jiang Chen said solemnly, breaking the silence. "We're not here for idle chat. You should know that Bai Yinlang's death is somehow related to the Baotong Casino. Could you please tell us the whole story in detail?"

Boss Zhen turned around, a barely perceptible panic flashed in his eyes, and then he regained his composure. He pondered for a moment and whispered, "Bai Yinlang's death is indeed related to our gambling house. But the reasons behind this are much more complicated than you think." He paused and glanced around the room, as if looking for someone to eavesdrop.

Seeing that everything was quiet and peaceful, he continued, "He was originally just an ordinary gambler, occasionally helping us deal with minor troubles. After all, he had some reputation in the underworld. But three days ago, he suddenly broke into the gambling house, claiming he had discovered a big secret and demanding we redeem a gambling debt for him. At that time, his eyes were full of fear, and he said that a 'disaster was coming' and mentioned that he saw something he shouldn't have seen during the gambling game."

"You mean, what did he see?" Xiong Zhiheng frowned, his eyes darting towards Boss Zhen. "You didn't take any action at the time?"

Boss Zhen sighed, a hint of helplessness in his eyes. "I didn't take it seriously at the time. I just thought he was driven crazy by debt. After all, he had lost all his money gambling several times and his mood was extremely unstable. But, listening to what he said now, I do think it was a bit unusual."

Jiang Chen's eyes were sharp, and a sudden realization dawned on him. He continued to ask, "What exactly is this 'thing you shouldn't look at' he mentioned? Is it about the shady dealings in the gambling game, or... something even more dangerous?"

Boss Zhen's face suddenly tensed. "It's a long story... That night, Bai Yinlang said he stumbled upon a 'special gambler' who shouldn't have been there during the gambling game. This person seemed to have connections to some 'gangster forces.' He also mentioned that there seemed to be a larger conspiracy behind this gambling house."

Jiang Chen's heart moved, and a trace of deep thought flashed across his brows. "Martial arts power? What kind of power could make the people in your gambling house so fearful?"

Boss Zhen whispered, "Are you not unaware of the goings-on in the martial arts world? Behind this, there may be forces... beyond the comprehension of us ordinary people." He paused, his eyes flickering, as if weighing whether to continue. "Some even say there may be connections to certain factions within the imperial court, or that some powerful figure is manipulating the situation."