Nothing more was said that night.
The robbery and murder of the goods driven by Lust last night went unnoticed because no one knew about it.
Even Lust wouldn't expose such a shameful act, yet someone openly robbed their goods.
Underground casino.
The room was bustling with noise. Uncle Mu, dressed in a suit and tie, looked very serious. Li Chen stood beside him, also dressed in a suit.
Uncle Mu whispered, "Let's go in and see that Gluttony guy."
"My relationship with him isn't bad, after all, I have a membership card at his casino, and he brought such a large shipment today. He's not picky about food."
Li Chen nodded.
The two bypassed the security checkpoint.
The two security guards were a little confused, but they didn't stop it.
The people who come here are a bunch of gamblers who don't know their own strength, so they're not surprised by it.
The two walked along the dark blue passageway until they entered.
The noise continued.
"Big! Big! Big!"
"Zhuang Sheng!"
"Damn it, are you trying to steal my Merits?!"
Li Chen was very curious. He had heard Su Zhe's father mention it before, but he had never seen it or touched it.
After all, during class, Instructor Yu often warned me that even if I made money, I was not allowed to get involved in pornography, gambling, or drugs, as these things would only harm myself and my family.
However, the current City of Sin has almost everything that is not found outside, truly deserving of its name "City of Sin".
Uncle Mu took out a gold coin from his pocket and played with it skillfully. After observing several venues, he laughed and said, "Let's go play a couple of rounds."
"He won't come out to see me in person when he sees me."
"We'll rip off some of his Gluttony before he even realizes it, and double our money."
Li Chen followed him but did not make a move; he simply watched with great curiosity the frenzied state of the crowd around him.
Some of the winners kept shouting for cigarettes.
The loser then walked shakily into the restroom.
This place felt more like a source of spiritual pollution to him, a group of people who had fallen into a deep quagmire because of money.
But these people don't deserve sympathy. They brought this upon themselves, and even if you try to persuade them to stop gambling, they won't be able to resist.
Uncle Mu was beaming with excitement as he pulled Li Chen inside, completely unlike a Sloth Authority Holder; he looked every bit the gambler.
However, Li Chen knew that this might be a disguise.
The two managed to squeeze through the crowd and sit in two empty seats. Most people there were just watching, hoping to snag a bargain.
Some gamblers, overwhelmed by excitement after winning money, may share it with other onlookers.
Uncle Mu sat down next to Li Chen and chuckled, "Three-card Poker."
"This is the most common way to play."
"I haven't played this game in ages."
This is a semi-circular table, with about 7 people seated there. Adding these two, that makes nine people.
The dealer stood in the middle, dealing cards like a robot.
Li Chen didn't feel ashamed of "not knowing how to play," so he simply told Uncle Mu.
Uncle Mu paused for two seconds, then laughed and said, "It's alright, just keep taking the cards and throwing them."
"Watch me do it."
Li Chen nodded.
At this moment, an extremely obese man began to scrape away the chips on the table with his large hands, thus ending the previous round.
"Haha, I'm in luck today."
"A great start! Here's a reward for you."
The fat man tossed a chip engraved with 100 Merits directly to the dealer and burst into laughter.
This drew whispers and envious comments from many people behind him.
Li Chen glanced at it a couple of times, but wasn't too surprised. Most people here were like this: if they won, they kept going; if they lost, they regretted it, until they were left with nothing.
The dealer, expressionless, accepted the Merit and continued dealing cards, coldly saying...
"Place a bet."
Uncle Mu smiled and tossed up a green chip, worth 1000 Merit.
Many people looked over in surprise.
Fold your hand immediately.
They're all shrewd gamblers, very astute.
The fat man, however, pretended to be nonchalant, a slight smirk playing on his lips, and followed after them.
Li Chen folded without even looking at his cards.
They lost their base bet.
After just one round, only three people remained on the field, including Uncle Mu.
Uncle Mu looked at the two with some surprise, seemingly wanting to continue betting but also not wanting to, which prompted the fat man next to him to shout, "Hurry up and place your bets!"
In the end Uncle Mu gritted his teeth and awarded two thousand Merit.
The fat man, with a cunning grin, said, "I'll continue to call."
Seeing this, the other player hesitated for a long time before finally choosing to fold.
He probably guessed how strong their hands were.
For now, just watch the show.
Uncle Mu seemed extremely hesitant, but his bets kept getting bigger and bigger.
The fat man's cunning expression grew increasingly ugly; he knew perfectly well he'd been tricked.
However, he always felt he had a strong hand and never revealed it.
The bet continues until the chips are increased to five thousand each time.
The fat man couldn't keep up.
Five thousand Merit for one time, ten thousand for two times. Most criminals in the city only earn 50 Merit a day, so this is already a huge fortune.
Many people gathered around, eager to see what kind of two decks of cards were going at it.
The dealer then announced, "If your bets are insufficient, we can lend you up to 50,000."
Many of the onlookers around echoed this sentiment.
"Why don't we keep pressing?"
"I made a killing this time, I'll never need to come here again."
"At least I'll be carefree in the City of Sin, and I can enjoy the service of top-class girls every day."
Instantly, the fat man's eyes turned like those of a bloodthirsty tiger, and he roared, "Loan, I'll take out a loan!"
"I'm not opening today. Let's see if you have the guts to mess with me!"
Uncle Mu smiled calmly, as if he had expected the outcome, and said, "You can't beat me in this hand."
"If you want to keep playing, I'll bet 50,000."
Uncle Mu tossed the gold coin he had been playing with; it had a gold 1 engraved on it.
The dealer's pupils contracted slightly, but his expression remained unchanged. He pointed at the fat man and said...
"Should we call?"
The fat man gritted his teeth, his expression growing increasingly ferocious. He'd already invested so much; he had no choice but to bet.
"Open it, I don't have that much money."
"Fifty thousand, I'll drive you!"
From the changes in Uncle Mu's expression to his current indifference, many people know it's all an act, a common tactic.
However, the fat man clearly thinks he's someone important.
Moreover, there are no cards to compare yet, and everything is still unknown. Many people are staring intently at the table, eagerly awaiting the result.
They weren't panicked; they just watched the show, since it wasn't their Merit. But they were Envy of the winner—that's human nature.
As the two decks of cards on the table were revealed.
Uncle Mu's side has AKQ, a straight flush.
The fat guy is an AK10 expert.
The fat man slumped onto the stool, seemingly in disbelief, staring blankly at the two decks of cards, his lips trembling slightly.
My legs were trembling uncontrollably.
Suddenly, his expression sharpened as he looked at the expressionless Uncle Mu and roared...
"Are you cheating?!"