Fight? Borrow?

Tesoro quickly adjusted his expression, still trying to struggle a little. "Lord Brook, have you misunderstood something?"

Brook had no interest in speaking in riddles any longer. "The Lucky-Lucky Fruit can absorb other people's luck through contact and turn it into its own. The person touched becomes unlucky, while she becomes lucky."

He paused before continuing, "During the gambling match just now, she touched me three times in total—once when handing me champagne, once when brushing against my arm, and once when handing me the dice cup."

Seeing that he had been exposed, Tesoro was straightforward about it. "Lord Brook, I did have Baccarat transfer her luck to me, allowing me to win the final round. But as for her first three actions... I did not know about them beforehand."

He stood and bowed deeply to Brook. "I apologize to you on her behalf."

Baccarat hurried forward as well and bowed deeply, her voice trembling. "I'm sorry, Lord Brook... I acted on my own initiative. I thought... I'm willing to make up for my mistake in any way."

Brook smiled faintly. "All right, then I'll take Baccarat with me."

Tesoro's expression instantly changed.

It took only a tenth of a second for his respectful demeanor to turn gloomy.

He straightened up, a fierce glint flashing through his golden eyes. "Lord Brook, isn't your appetite... a little too large?"

This was Gran Tesoro, his territory.

He did not want to offend one of the Four Emperors, but that did not mean he was afraid.

Gran Tesoro had stood firm in the New World for so many years not merely because of money, but because of strength.

If they truly fell out, he was not afraid.

Brook continued leisurely sipping his red wine, savoring its complex flavor. "Is it?"

"Isn't it?" Tesoro's