High Table

"Fine. I'm yours, and so are my Gambling Arts." The old beggar began recounting his Gambling Arts. Some people deliberately or casually lingered nearby, either hoping to steal a few tricks or eavesdrop, but the old beggar no longer cared. He laid everything out from beginning to end, without holding back a single detail.

Besides, his Gambling Arts were not something just anyone could learn.

After swiftly explaining the Gambling Arts, the old beggar did not avoid anyone's ears and directly told Shi Tiexin, "If you want to deal with Yamagata Fuji, then I'll tell you this: as long as you gamble, keep gambling, and keep winning, he will definitely appear."

Some people quietly departed from the surroundings, clearly having heard the old beggar's words.

Shi Tiexin eyed him sidelong. The old beggar had said that in public, clearly intending to stir up trouble between him and Yamagata Fuji.

But Black Venerable had no intention of hiding it either. "That's right. I want to play a few hands with Yamagata Fuji. But how did you know?"

"I knew from the moment you turned twenty Dragon Coins into fifty million. We usually use only one term for people like that—wrecking the establishment. The moment I saw you, I knew you had come here to make trouble today. Otherwise, why would I have sought you out?" The old beggar grinned viciously. "Whether I beat you or lose to you, I'm willing. As long as Yamagata Fuji loses, I'll do anything."

Shi Tiexin nodded. This man was a gambling addict, but not a simple madman. He was a man utterly consumed by obsession. If someone like him were placed on the Main Worldline, then so long as he did not die, he would certainly achieve great things in sharpening himself.

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