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"well......"

He sighed, feigning helplessness, and whispered in Vili's ear:

"As long as we eat and sleep well in Golden Anchor Town, and don't lose any limbs, your baby won't lose a single gram. But what if something unexpected happens..."

Several gold coins appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Then, amidst the town mayor's incredulous gaze, it vanished into thin air.

"If my hand had slipped, I could have lost my way and ended up wandering off somewhere."

He added softly:

"After all, it would be a real shame if such a large work of art broke, melted, or accidentally fell into the deep sea... right?"

Vili's breath hitched.

After a few seconds of deliberation, he forced himself to swallow his anger.

"Heh...hehe, it was just a joke, why did you take it seriously?"

He stiffly took half a step back, and the thugs dispersed in unison. "Guests are welcome, enjoy yourselves. We have everything you need for food, drinks, and entertainment."

"readily."

Ren Yi smiled gently, as if what he had just said was not a threat, but a kind offer of help.

He pushed his teammates from behind him to the front.

"Klaus, Ivan, and Situ, you guys book three deluxe rooms. Remember to order the best black tea and steak, and make sure the hot water never stops."

He looked at Vili, whose face had turned from purple to green, and smiled even more innocently:

"As for the bill... just put it on our generous mayor's tab, okay?"

Ivan grumbled in dissatisfaction, "I'm not sleepy yet."

I want to fight!

"Let's go!" Klaus grabbed Ivan, pulled Sido who kept looking back, and followed a thug upstairs.

I watched the three of them disappear around the corner on the second floor.

Renyi and Nathan followed behind Willy to the gambling table where the tall, thin man was, and pulled out chairs to sit down on either side.

Vili snorted and sat down in the dealer's seat.

"Blackjack."

He rudely rested his walking stick on the edge of the table. "You know the rules, right?"

"When in Rome, do as the host does."

Bang! Crash!

He casually took out the heavy wooden box, threw it in the middle of the table, and the lid popped open, revealing a dazzling array of gold coins.

After exchanging all the gold coins, he gave most of them to Nathan, keeping only two hundred gold coins for himself.

The tall, thin man swallowed hard, slapping the table to urge the dealer on:

"Deal the cards! Deal the cards quickly!"

The croupier was a small, expressionless man with a mustache.

He showed the cards to the four people, then skillfully shuffled them, the cards moving like nimble swallows in his long, slender hands.

"Please place your bet."

Grab two chips at random and drop them into the betting area.

first round.

Vili had 17 points. Nathan and the tall, thin guy busted with their cards. Without even flipping over any of their cards, they simply tapped their finger to indicate that they were to reveal their hand.

The chips were pushed in front of Willie by the dealer using a small rake.

"Good luck." Vili grinned from ear to ear.

Second round.

After any card is drawn, the game is suspended at 20 points.

Willie got 19 points after three attempts, while the tall, thin man learned his lesson and stopped playing at 18 points.

Nathan glanced at the cards and then signaled for the cards to be revealed.

Win at will.

"Looks like my luck is pretty good... Mayor, shall we switch villages?"

Vili refused.

From this game onwards, the third, fourth, fifth games...

The atmosphere became extremely tense.

Vili's eyes were twitching from giving him all sorts of winks, and the dealer's shuffling techniques were becoming increasingly dazzling.

I don't really look at the cards.

But the total points are enough to put you on the winning side.

Gradually.

The chips in front of the tall, thin man and Nathan visibly shrank, with some flowing into Renyi's pocket and the rest being taken by Willy.

Nathan wasn't in a hurry at all—

They even had the leisure to use the remaining chips to build all sorts of bizarre towers.

He realized that Vili was using Renyi as bait to jointly crush the tall, thin man, and he was cooperating with Renyi to prevent Vili from getting angry after losing too much.

The dealer's decision to deal any cards to suppress the tall, thin man was indeed quite good.

"I'm betting everything!"

The tall, thin man, who had been losing for a while, finally couldn't hold back anymore and haphazardly pushed aside his few remaining chips:

"Deal the cards! Deal me the cards! I won yesterday... and I can win today too!"

Make random, careless bets.

This time, Lady Luck seemed to be on his side; the tall, thin man received a 10 and a 9.

"!"

He lifted a corner slightly, his face filled with ecstatic joy, and slammed the cards down hard on the table:

"Trading is suspended! I'm suspending trading!"

Willie had a King on the table, glanced at his hole card, and then tapped the table: "Stop."

In front of you is a 3 and a 4.

"I need a card." A 2.

"Continue." A 5.

To put on airs.

Willie watched coldly, a sneer on his face, thinking, "Just wait for the outsider to blow his cards."

"continue."

The dealer glanced at him in surprise before turning over the top card.

7 of Spades.

The hall was eerily quiet for a moment, with only the low gasps of the onlookers and the heavy breathing of the tall, thin man.

All the cards were revealed. Willie had a total of 18 points, the skinny guy had 19 points, and Nathan had 16 points.

Renyi won.

All the chips went to him, but originally... more than half of them should have gone into Willie's pocket.

Because of the large bet, Willie lost both his wife and his money this time.

Not only did he not win any money from the tall, thin guy, he also lost a lot of money.

"Gone...all gone...how could it all be gone?"

The tall, thin man stared blankly at the empty desktop, rambling incoherently.

Yesterday, he dominated the game at this very same table, dreaming of becoming a tycoon...

today......

And here we lose everything again?

"No...you're lying to me...you're all conspiring to lie to me!" The tall, thin man jumped up and instantly overturned the chair.

Black mist emerged from the ears, nose, mouth, and eyes, and the exposed skin looked like countless capillaries had burst, oozing out black liquid, while wild beasts howled from their mouths.

The customers were so frightened that they cleared a large area of ​​space.

Willie pulled out a silk handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose:

"Disturbing the guests' enjoyment... Take them away, what a hassle. If this were before..."

The four standby thugs simultaneously emitted an even stronger black aura, and with minimal effort, they pinned the mutating, tall, thin man firmly to the carpet.

His roar, like the desperate cry of a trapped beast, echoed through the luxurious yet cheap hall.

"Let me go! I...I still have a soul! I'm willing to pawn it! Let me play one more round!"

"What else do you have to say...?"

Vili muttered, rolling his eyes in disgust, "Take him away, take him away!"

The man was about to be dragged to the backyard like a dead dog—

"etc."

A gentle yet slightly cold voice rang out.

The black mist seemed alive, spreading from the thugs' bodies. Nathan placed his hand on his waist, ready to get up at any moment.

He walked arbitrarily and without looking to the side, and squatted down in front of the tall, thin man who had been pinned to the ground.

He gently pried open the man's fist, which had turned into claws, and placed two chips worth one hundred gold coins into his palm.

"Yesterday afternoon..."

"Thank you for the tip."

The dark aura around the man gradually dissipated, and two streams of turbid tears flowed down his chin, spreading into two dark dots on the dry carpet.

"Go home," Renyi said.