As Saine quietly raised his guard, Mo Yan beside him relaxed with a smile and replied, "So it's you."
"Unfortunately, I don't have much money left this time. I can only withdraw for now." Mo Yan shrugged.
Mo Yan seemed not to have noticed anything unusual about the penguin. Instead, he got along remarkably well with it.
The last time Mo Yan had come to the Gambling City, he had met this penguin.
The fellow suited Mo Yan's temperament well; in Mo Yan's eyes, it was an interesting character.
Of course, before Mo Yan and Saine, the aura of power this penguin displayed was an utterly ordinary Level-4.
A truly, extraordinarily ordinary Level-4.
After chatting with Mo Yan for a while, the penguin turned to Saine and asked curiously, "Judging by the momentum you've shown over the past two months, you could have kept winning. Why did you suddenly stop?"
The penguin's question put Saine even more on alert. Sure enough, the other party had been watching him from the shadows all along.
Just who was capable of evading the Faceless Mask's detection?
"I don't like gaining without labor. These more than one million Magic Coins have already made me see many things clearly. It's time to leave," Saine said.
Saine's answer made the penguin nod in satisfaction. "You really are much like your mentor."
"My mentor?" Saine found that strange. What did this have to do with Luluenman?
The penguin did not dwell on the matter and instead said, "I want to gamble with you once. Consider it a gesture of hospitality—after all, you are the descendant of an old acquaintance."
"Don't be so quick to refuse. I see you've only just established a Holy Tower, haven't you? You must be short on resources, and lacking a suitable plane