Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show-Chapter 37 Screw You, Old Liu

Hu Zhi turned her head and immediately met Sang Ning’s scrutinizing gaze.

"Spill it. What’s going on? What did you promise me yesterday?"

"Why did you bring Grandma Song to a place like this without asking?"

Sang Ning’s tone was incredibly calm, but Hu Zhi suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

Her gaze darted nervously, finally landing on Grandma Song as she stammered guiltily, "Grandma Song said she wanted to play mahjong, so I brought her here. But we didn’t win a single time."

As she spoke, Hu Zhi pointed at the man sprawled on the ground. "It’s him! He insisted we lost over a hundred thousand and forced us to pay up."

"Isn’t this extortion? I suspect they’re using loaded dice to con us deliberately!"

Grandma Song sneaked a glance at Song Shiye and waved her hands frantically to dissociate herself. "No, no, no, Ning girl, hear me out. Your mom begged me to come along with her. We were only planning to play for half an hour..."

Hu Zhi’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Grandma Song, clearly never expecting the seemingly kind and gentle Grandma Song to stab her in the back.

[So this is the real Grandma Song, huh? I thought she’d cover for Mrs. Sang.]

[Xiao Ye is still a high schooler. Grandma Song is probably worried about setting a bad example for him.]

[Grandma Song: Sorry, but when trouble comes knocking, everyone has to fend for themselves.]

Song Shiye sighed, worried yet resigned, not daring to utter a word of blame against his grandmother.

His grandmother had raised him alone, and it hadn’t been easy. How could he begrudge her the one hobby she loved?

Sang Ning decided to deal with Hu Zhi later and walked up to the gang leader. But before she could say a word, the man grabbed his head and begged for mercy. "No, no, please, Officer! Don’t hit me anymore! I confess—I’ll confess everything!"

Sang Ning: ???

[I can’t—this gang leader actually mistook Sang Ning for a cop!]

[It does make sense, though. Sang Ning definitely gives off a cop vibe. Ordinary people don’t have those skills.]

The gang leader was utterly convinced Sang Ning had to be a police officer. If he resisted, he’d face charges for assaulting a cop—and besides, he didn’t stand a chance against her.

"Officer, we’re drifters from another province. We noticed Jianyuan Village’s secluded yard and had some shady thoughts, so we set up a casino here, mainly using rigged games to extort people."

"The brothers and I are professional enforcers. Even if people realize they’re being swindled, no one dares challenge us."

"Our guests are all brought in through special connections. I don’t even know how these two women ended up here."

As the gang leader spoke, his gaze slid furtively to Hu Zhi and Grandma Song.

Hu Zhi immediately buried her head, pretending like she had nothing to do with it.

[Mrs. Sang: How do I explain that I have this superpower where I can perfectly detect any mahjong parlor within a five-kilometer radius just by sensing it?]

[Gang leader: Damn it, you two are absolute trolls. If it weren’t for your surprise visit, I’d still be running smoothly.]

The gang leader had planned to stop here, but he accidentally met Sang Ning’s cold, piercing gaze and involuntarily spilled more.

"Didn’t you say this place is a casino? Then why is there only one mahjong table in the inner room?"

Sang Ning’s gaze carried crushing pressure, making it seem like any lie would crumble beneath her stare.

He swallowed hard and, after a brief but fierce mental debate, steeled himself to continue. "The mahjong table was just a front. I couldn’t figure out where this woman and the old lady came from, so I let them into the inner room and played with them personally. The real casino is in the basement..."

Sang Ning withdrew her gaze and turned, beckoning to the cameraperson. "Xiao Zhao, come with me."

With that, she headed toward the inner room.

Summoning his courage, the gang leader called out to Sang Ning, "Officer, I’ve confessed everything. Can you go easy on me?"

[Sang Ning, the officer, doesn’t make the judgment call. You’d best pray for yourself.]

Sang Ning didn’t respond, leaving him with a cold, unwavering back as she walked forward.

The gang leader’s heart sank; he knew he was doomed.

At the far end of the inner room, a spiraling wooden staircase descended downward.

Sang Ning stepped down ten wooden steps, arriving at the bottom where a narrow corridor stretched before her. A motion-sensor light hung overhead, and as she approached, the dim light flickered to life.

[Holy crap, is the real casino actually this well-hidden?]

[Of course it’s hidden. How else would they carry out illegal activities?]

[Haha, you idiots are so engrossed, I’m telling you—this is all from a show’s script.]

[Can you shut up? Does proving your existence cost you your life?]

[Mark my words, if this isn’t scripted, I’ll eat crap on livestream.]

[Fine, wait there. I’ll go prepare a fresh pile for you—you can eat your dad’s crap later.]

At the end of the corridor were two slightly ajar iron doors. Through one door, the sound of mahjong tiles clacking and people cursing loudly could be heard clearly.

The cameraperson grew increasingly nervous, reaching out to grab Sang Ning and suggesting they wait until the real police arrived. But before he could say anything, Sang Ning kicked the iron door open.

The cameraperson shuddered but swallowed his fear and followed her inside.

Inside were ten mahjong tables, each fully occupied.

The moment the door slammed open, everyone froze and turned toward the entrance. A short-haired woman with striking elegance and beauty stood at the doorway, her sharp eyes radiating an aura that discouraged any nonsense.

Before anyone could process what was happening, the woman coldly declared, "Don’t move. The police are here!"

The room fell into an eerie silence. Someone even dropped the cigarette dangling from their mouth but didn’t react to pick it up.

A few seconds later, the entire room erupted into motion. Everyone got up in a flash, cradled their heads, and squatted in the corner—a process executed swiftly and with remarkable precision, as though they’d practiced countless times before.

Sang Ning: ???

Cameraperson: ???

[No way—this works? Even if it’s scripted, can you at least put in some effort to make it believable?]

[Their moves are so practiced it’s almost heartbreaking. Clearly, this isn’t their first time being raided.]

[No sympathy for them; they’re all gambling addicts. Serves them right!]

[There’s no script. These people are just perpetually paranoid and can’t handle being scared.]

Once everyone had squatted obediently against the wall, Sang Ning stepped aside and motioned toward the doorway. "Line up and exit the basement in an orderly fashion."

As they emerged into the yard above, they looked at the gang leader lying on the ground with accusing glances. Someone even muttered, "Damn it, couldn’t even warn us before the cops showed up."

The gang leader shook his head helplessly. "Damn it, I didn’t even get a chance to send word."

Sang Ning and the cameraperson were the last to step out into the yard.

At this point, the initial wave of nerves had ebbed, and the group began to feel suspicious. Weren’t they told the police had come?

Why wasn’t there a single uniformed cop in sight? Had they been tricked by that woman?

Just as everyone turned to Sang Ning with puzzled looks, the yard’s gate burst open.

"Police! Nobody move!"