Life is tough, so Honglong resorts to performing?

Chapter 76 Leaving
The battle is over.

It ended the moment Loren threw his spear.

A flying object that relies on automatic reactions is no harder to hit than an ordinary bird, not to mention that it is within the range of a mage's calculations.

His flight control was shattered by Loren's spear, which was imbued with all his might, causing him to lose control and fall out of the arena.

Loren has won the victory, so what awaits him?

Suddenly, the communication channel was filled with the swearing and cursing of gamblers!
"go to hell!"

"Why did you have to win, you bastard!"

"Since you have this ability, why didn't you use it before!"

……

Loren's previous performance led many gamblers who only wanted a small profit to place large bets on him losing. With low odds, the only option left was to bet a large number of people.

But Loren's unexpected victory left them penniless, and they were all red-eyed with anger and started cursing.

"It's really interesting."

Red Dragon enjoyed the insults from this group.

Within the mimicry, the corners of his mouth curved into a pleasant arc.

A guy who makes gamblers lose money, annoys scumbags, and gets cursed by bastards must be the worst of the worst, the most wicked of the wicked.

And we, the Red Dragon, are precisely that kind of existence!

Loren doesn't have the bizarre hobby of being a savior of villains.

He accepted both the praise of ordinary people and the insults of villains, and took pride in them.

Black and red are still red, black fire is still fire. Next time, I'll win two rounds first, and when these bastards bet on me to win, I'll pretend to lose one round and trick them again!
Dare to insult me? You'll have to pay a price!
With that thought in mind, Loren gave a signal and jumped off the boxing ring.

He needs to give the woman who has repeatedly schemed against him some time to adjust.

Since she's resorting to such third-rate tactics as forcibly answering your calls and making you get yelled at, she's clearly run out of options.

Well then, see you next month. Hope you're prepared with your methods by then!

If you don't focus all your efforts on dealing with me, how can I quickly improve my combat skills?

Unleash your potential, demonstrate your abilities as a local powerhouse!
You've really disappointed me!

At the gambling stall, Old Aaron smiled and took the goblin financial card with 129024 copper coins from the manager, waiting for the little red dragon's return.

Loren's final throw surprised everyone, including himself.

He had thought the little guy would use some other means and methods, but he didn't expect it to be so simple and unpretentious.

From a normal perspective, that was quite a bold move.

This is a completely gamble-like attack. What if the opponent dodges? What if the opponent has a shield to defend against? What if the attack doesn't work?
That javelin was his only winning point. Normally, shouldn't he increase his hit rate by dodging attacks and depleting the opponent's energy reserves?
Once the opponent is unable to move quickly, a single blow is all it takes to kill them. Isn't that the way spellcasters fight?

"Is it some kind of special sensory ability, similar to the mind flayer's telepathy?"

Old Aaron muttered to himself, but didn't delve into it further.

The little guy's employment contract is for a security guard, who is responsible for protecting the safety of the zoo under certain conditions!

In this situation, what's wrong with him having more tricks up his sleeve and more cards to play?
As for secrets, everyone has secrets.

As long as he is not threatened for the time being, there is nothing to worry about.

A moment later, Loren's light green robot came into old Aaron's view. "Have you thought it through? If there's nothing else, then prepare to leave. The next opening will be next month."

Old Aaron's voice came through the communication channel. After thinking carefully, Loren replied definitively:
"That's it. How much money did we make this time? Don't tell me you didn't trust me in the end and bet on me to lose, so you lost it all."

"No, we made over 120,000. If we split it 50/50, that's 60,000 each. Not bad, right?"

"120,000 in just a few games? How much capital did you invest?"

"I bet 100 coins on you, first on three consecutive losses, then on three consecutive wins, when your odds were at their highest, which was eight times the payout."

"If I had known you were going to play four games, I would have bet on four consecutive wins."

Loren was twitching as he listened to Aaron's words. "We've only known each other for a few days, and you dare to vote like this?"
He asked himself, if the old man went up to fight and he was in charge of betting, he would definitely bet repeatedly, collect a little when he won, and then take out a portion to continue betting.

As for the final money-sharing... what money-sharing? We lost it all in the last round, okay?

Anyway, the druids aren't short of money.

But it's good, with this 60,000, he can buy a lot more things.

"Speaking of which, you druids just accept this kind of ill-gotten gain with such a smile? Don't you ever do anything to treat money like dirt?"

Loren couldn't help but ask, his curiosity about this old guy Aaron growing stronger.

He seems a bit unusual.

“I have many people to support, unlike you, who only has one child. You can feed yourself and not worry about the rest of the family, and you can spend all your money on yourself.”

Old Deng's words were full of sighs. In the past, he also had a time when all the family's money was spent on him!

Unfortunately, that happened many years ago.

Loren did not refute or ask any further questions. After confirming that he had not missed anything, the two found the exit, tapped the center of their masks, and left.

When they reappeared in the outside world, it was already dark.

"Is the time flow incorrect?"

Loren removed the mask from his face, which had turned light green, and frowned as he looked at the outside world.

The monk's keen spiritual power made him certain that he had not been inside for a whole afternoon!

"That's right, the flow rate is wrong; it gets faster and faster as the sun changes direction."

"That's why it only opens at noon, and we need to go in at noon."

Old Aaron removed his mask and patiently explained.

"That's a bit strange. Does this kind of place have no value in the eyes of demigods?"

Loren couldn't help but feel a little confused. As a mage, he could easily make a lot of connections. This was clearly a very peculiar place!
"If you've ever gone on a deep wilderness exploration with high-level professionals, you'll understand why this stuff is worthless."

"Anything that can be thrown into the city is a product of great depreciation, including your Frostfire King's skull."

Old Aaron let out a long sigh.

He had indeed gone to the depths of the wilderness with his mentor, but upon returning, his mentor sealed away the memories associated with that trip.

His mentor warned him that if he couldn't become a near-legend, it was best not to get too deeply involved in certain things.

All he knew was that he had indeed made a fortune and made quite a few friends, including the current owner of the Emerald Leaf Zoo.

(End of this chapter)