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Hearing that, Huai Shi lowered his head and looked at himself.

A pair of comfortable, loose gray knee-length shorts, a T-shirt printed with "I love tan-ba," and a pair of slippers every refined young man loved.

What was wrong with that?

He genuinely did not understand. He wore this whenever he went to the Jinling Astronomical Society. What was wrong with wearing it to an Imperial casino?

"..."

Akasaki Makoto could not help rolling his eyes. "Fine, whatever... Get in. It's almost time. The Imperial Casino closed for the day specifically for this."

"It shut down, sure, but not just for me."

He got up, brushed the dust off himself, and climbed into the car. "I really don't understand you people. It's only a ten-minute walk, yet you had to take a car. Too much money burning a hole in your pockets."

Akasaki Makoto rolled his eyes again, left speechless.

The Imperial Casino Hotel was not far away. They had not even left the Tanba Inner Circle. It stood in the center of the most prosperous street in the entire Tanba Inner Circle, towering into the clouds. Whenever countless neon lights came on, their dazzling glow shone in every direction, like a lighthouse for gamblers.

It was the only thing radiating light throughout the dreary district.

There were no shanties or dilapidated streets here. It was so clean and peaceful that it felt like another world. Bright streets were filled with warm smiles.

Those shabby mixed-blood vagrants who offended the city's appearance could not even get within two blocks. Under the unified control of the former Five Great Lords, this had always been the most glamorous place in the Tanba Inner Circle, as well as the place that brought in enormous sums of money from outside.

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