After the slave owners went bankrupt, they all wanted to keep me as a mistress.

His profession is an advanced profession for gamblers—gambling monster!

As a gold-level gambling prodigy, he was confident in controlling the number of each die roll, ensuring there would be absolutely no mistakes.

Those around Hader knew the old man with the hooked nose was extraordinary, and their gazes toward Mu Qiu were filled with sympathy and pity.

"Young people are still too young. They always think about going all in. Now look what happened, they've lost two million gold coins."

"Yes, unlike us old slave owners, we've suffered more hardships than they've eaten!"

"Young people these days, all they know is how to indulge in pleasure. Look at the maids around him, they don't look like they've been exploited at all. It shows that he has never systematically studied the profound profession of slave owner, he hasn't even learned the most basic art of exploitation! He's obviously a spendthrift!"

"On the other hand, we old slave owners are all suffering! We worry every day about how to squeeze the value out of these slaves, and we never spend a penny more on them! Unlike this kid, who spends money on his slaves!"

"This kid is just like those poor people who suddenly become rich overnight; all he knows is how to lavish money on slaves! We rich people are frugal with our slaves!"

"Frugality is a virtue, while extravagance is a vice. We are undoubtedly the virtuous slave owners, and this kid has been a slave owner for nothing!"

Several slave owners pointed and gestured in Mu Qiu's direction.

A flock of newly born dawns!

Fiona was afraid that her master would be corrupted by these novice slave owners.

She must have spoken too loudly to her master before. Actually, it's not so bad to have a lewd human like her master...

She leaned closer to Mu Qiu and winked, "Master, do you want to hear a joke?"

"What joke?"

Mu Qiu raised an eyebrow and asked.

"I once knew the leader of a famous adventurer's guild, until the day he was shot in the knee with an arrow and became all alone."

Mu Qiu stroked his chin: "Oh, the 'leaving the team' type, huh? You took an arrow to the knee, so you got kicked out of the team by your teammates?"

Fiona shook her head.

"No, his teammates are dwarves."

Before Mu Qiu could react immediately, Bo Bo coughed loudly twice.

"Ahem! Young man, why does your maid keep telling dwarf jokes?"

Although he was a goblin, not a dwarf.

However, considering that goblins are usually shorter than dwarves, goblins generally refuse to listen to dwarf jokes, because no one knows if the next joke will hit both dwarves and goblins at the same time...

Mu Qiu said casually, "I haven't heard many dwarf jokes yet, Fiona, tell me a couple more..."

Bobo: "..."

Could it be that calling him "little brother" made the other person unhappy?

Hmm... this human kid does seem quite big!

Bobo looked at the size difference between himself and the other person and decided to change how he addressed him.

"Hey buddy, the results over there are almost ready, aren't you going to take a look?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Qiu looked in the direction of the voice.

On the table, the old man with the hooked nose finally slowed down, and the dice cup fell heavily onto the gambling table like a mountain pressing down.

The old man with the hooked nose curled his lips into a confident smile, and his withered hand deftly lifted the lid of the bowl—

Three, three, four—ten!

It's exactly ten o'clock!

"No... Impossible! This is impossible!"

The old man with the hooked nose froze instantly. He stared intently at the three dice, his eyes almost bulging out!

His body swayed slightly, his lips trembled, and his face was filled with disbelief: "No, impossible... It should clearly be three ones... I'm a gambling monster, I used to win 1.8 million from 30 gold coins, how could I lose? How could I lose?!"

Hader's vision went black, and his face turned from white to green.

Ten million gold coins, just like that, gone?

The other slave owners had already retreated to the side, not daring to utter a sound.

Ten or twenty thousand gold coins can be considered a small gamble for fun, but ten million gold coins is a life-or-death situation.

At this point, anyone who says anything more could offend both sides.

"How did they win again?"

Mu Qiu frowned slightly, but didn't pay much attention to it.

Winning money is the process; losing money is the result.

He waved his hand and casually said, "Let's play another round then."

What do you mean, "How did we win again?!"

Hader clenched his fists slightly, his face contorted in pain.

Listen to this, is this something a human being could say?

This kid's practically taunting me right in the face, huh?

"Master, it seems he's out of money, hasn't he?"

Vera glanced at Had and said casually, "After exploiting slaves for so many years, I still don't get as much pocket money as my master gives me... I'm so poor."

So poor!

As soon as those three words were uttered, Hader's eyes instantly became bloodshot!

Outrageous! How dare a lowly slave humiliate me like this!

The anger and the desire to turn the tables consumed his remaining rationality like flames.

He's determined to win that money back!

One more round! Just one more! He's sure to turn the tide!

He shoved aside the hook-nosed old man who was still questioning his existence, grabbed the dice cup himself, glared at Xi Muqiu, and said in a hoarse voice, "One more round! This time... let the Goddess of Fortune roll the dice!"

No one can interfere with the Goddess of Wealth's outcomes unless they are her illegitimate child!

"Oh? Another round? Then let's go all in again."

Mu Qiu waved his hand and said.

He didn't care whether Hadd would go bankrupt.

What does Hader's bankruptcy have to do with him?

He was just a heartless slave owner; it was already a miracle he didn't pull out a whip and whip the other person until they were spinning like a top.

If Vera loses, that would be best.

Winning doesn't matter much. I'm just a little short of 40 million in system funds, so I'll make up the difference here first, and then figure out how to go bankrupt later.

Mu Qiu was in a good mood ever since he learned about the casino.

Vera can't possibly win every bet, can she?

If you keep going all in, you're bound to lose eventually, right?

Elsewhere he might worry about betting limits, but in this Fortune Club, there seemed to be no such restrictions.

However, the club itself does not act as the organizer; it only provides a venue.

Vera, of course, had no objections and pushed forward a full twelve hundred gold chips.

"All...all in?"

However, although Mu Qiu's tone was calm, the moment he uttered the words "all in," everyone present was instantly stunned.

The suffocating silence lasted for a full three seconds.

"One hundred, two hundred, three hundred... a thousand gold chips, that's... twelve million gold coins?!"

"Crazy! Completely crazy!"

"Who exactly is he?! Let alone in Earth City, even in the capital, there's no way someone could put twelve million gold coins on the gambling table, right?"

"Had is finished... He can't keep up..."

Hader's breathing stopped abruptly, his pupils dilated, and he stared intently at the twelve hundred gold chips.

Twelve million gold coins!

Is the other side going all in again?

Just then, Vera's voice rang out again.

"Huh? Why isn't this poor guy saying anything? Wasn't he acting all fierce just now? Is he... broke?"

"If you don't have money, don't try to play so big. Just admit defeat and be good. Don't use your real skills casually in the future, or others will know that you really have no skills."

Bobo, standing next to Mu Qiu, twitched his lips and reached out a trembling hand to adjust his monocle.

Is he out of touch with the times?

Are slaves these days really this arrogant?

How did this young slave owner raise his slaves to have such personalities?

"Shut up! You lowly commoner! I'll make you kneel down!"

Harder's forehead veins bulged, and his eyes were bloodshot as if they were about to bleed!

He suddenly pulled a dark purple stone from his inner pocket and slammed it heavily on the table.

Bang!

A muffled thud reverberated, sending chills down one's spine.

Mu Qiu looked closely and saw that it was a top-grade starstone.

Bang bang bang!

Then, several more muffled thuds sounded, and a total of twenty pale purple stones fell down—they were mid-grade starstones!

"I'm out of cash!"

Had roared, "But I still have one top-grade starstone and twenty mid-grade starstones. I'll bet all of them on you! Hand them over to the Goddess of Wealth, and it'll be decided in one go! Do you dare?!"

He stared intently at Mu Qiu, his chest heaving violently.

"Hard actually possesses top-grade starstones?"

"There was only one... I don't know what kind of incredible luck he had to get it!"

"I heard that even connections within the temple can't buy this! If this thing were auctioned, it would fetch at least five or six million gold coins, right?"

"Gold coins? People who can afford top-grade starstones wouldn't be short of gold coins, would they?"

"Even those at the peak of the ninth rank, who are only half a step away from becoming saints, would be envious of something like this. Had actually possesses such a treasure..."

"He actually staked this starstone?"

"He's gone mad! Hader's gone mad too!"

A huge gasp of surprise erupted from the crowd once again; no one had expected Had to go to such lengths!

Bobo shook his head and whispered to Mu Qiu, "See? What did I tell you? It's over, completely over. He's forgotten who he is."

"Once a rich man gets involved and becomes as reckless as a gambler, even goddesses will no longer favor him."

"Once he gets involved in gambling, his luck with money is over. We probably won't see him at this club again."

Mu Qiu hesitated for less than a second before nodding: "Okay, as you wish, one last round."

When Had heard Mu Qiu agree, a final, desperate glimmer of hope burst forth in his bloodshot eyes.

Without further hesitation, he carefully pushed the twenty mid-grade starstones and the top-grade starstone to the center of the table as if they were his lifeblood.