"That guy is strange."
Liu Di narrowed his eyes. "If I'm not mistaken, anyone who gambles Revolver with him is bound to lose."
Friedrich, however, remained utterly calm. "My dear brother, don't worry. This has nothing to do with us. Small fry like us won't even catch Yellow-Eyed Viper's attention."
Among that group of vicious cowboys,
the leader was a man in an enormous cowboy hat with a thick beard. He was called Yellow-Eyed Viper, likely because he was as vicious as a venomous snake. The words "yellow-eyed" came from his strange pair of eyes.
They were somewhat cloudy and faintly yellow, as though a film covered them.
Of course, contact lenses did not exist in this era.
That could only mean there was something strange about his eyes.
At this moment,
Yellow-Eyed Viper wore a cold, grim expression as his yellow eyes swept icily across everyone in the bar.
The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive. No one dared to speak.
Friedrich said with a laugh, "My dear brother, there's a show to watch today. From the looks of it, Yellow-Eyed Viper is going to play Deadly Revolver with someone again!"
Yellow-Eyed Viper's low, hoarse voice rang out. "I heard an Eastern Master appeared by the river today? Some local little cowboy led him to mine gold? Who was it?"
Friedrich's expression instantly froze.
It was as if he had eaten cow dung.
FUCK
Thud, thud, thud.
Yellow-Eyed Viper walked slowly through the bar, his riding boots striking the floor as he passed one table after another. "I also heard that Eastern Master possesses a special ability, one that lets him see the gold underground?"
Whenever the patrons met those yellow eyes, they nervously swallowed.
The bearded man continued, "I, Yellow-Eyed Viper, own the largest stretch of riverbank in this area.