Strong Luck

Gambling, or wagering, always brought fruits of victory accompanied by risk that tasted far better than expected.

Boss Luo liked meeting all kinds of customers, such as Liu Zixing, the customer who had proposed a wager with him. Three generations of the Liu family—the grandfather and his sons—had all sold their familial bonds here, as though it were a curse that repeated in a cycle.

Yet the wish Liu Zixing had proposed as his wager seemed somewhat different—not necessarily better or worse, but certainly different.

Perhaps that was what made people human.

"Could it... not be done?" Liu Zixing asked uneasily, looking at the club's owner. Buying something seemed possible, but as for proposing a wager... could the other party be planning to refuse?

"How could it be?" Luo Qiu smiled faintly. "Any kind of product is fine. It's just that the definition of 'wager' is too broad. I hope you can be more specific, so that it will also be convenient for this little shop to quote you a price."

It really was possible!

Liu Zixing's eyes immediately lit up. Although he looked so wretched at that moment—after coming here, he could no longer feel the pain of having his ear cut off, but to an outsider, he truly looked miserable.

Yet now, it was as though he had suddenly been infused with a whole new vitality... the appearance of a drowning man who had spotted a piece of driftwood.

Hope for survival was always the finest decoration in this club, bathed in gentle candlelight.

Luo Qiu waved his hand, letting You Ye usher Liu Zixing into a seat and serve him black tea before saying calmly, "Tell me about it."

"I want to wager against you." Liu Zixing's mind raced. "But I need an absolutely fair wager. No