The Enemy Had Infiltrated Our Ranks

After several rounds, with wins and losses on both sides, the man beside Lin Qi seemed to be having bad luck. He had lost several hands in a row.

His temper didn't seem too good either. He kept muttering profanities under his breath.

This was actually rather surprising. Most successful people quickly improved their personal refinement after gaining money and status.

When people were poor, they had no choice. Most of their energy was spent figuring out how to survive.

Once they had escaped the most basic demands of survival and had sufficient surplus, they would start paying attention to their manners and morals.

The Federation had specialized organizations responsible for this. They taught their clients how to act like members of the Upper Class instead of stray dogs wearing formal clothes.

That was why people who still cursed in public were practically nonexistent at this level. At least, they were almost impossible to see.

Soon, one complete round of changing dealers ended, and it was the turn of the Profanity-loving Mister beside Lin Qi to deal.

After playing for a while, the girl gradually realized that gambling was actually rather boring. She began to yawn.

Lin Qi didn't want to stay here any longer either. He didn't like gambling, and this place was definitely not enjoyable for him.

He placed all his chips on the table and left Chip Girl a thousand-sol chip as a tip.

The young girl had been standing nearby for so long in simple clothes, carrying a tray. No gentleman would be so stingy as to do nothing.

She had earned a thousand sols in less than an hour, far more than she could make at work. She repeatedly thanked Lin Qi for his generosity.

"Mr. Lin Qi has placed a ten-thousand-sol wager..." The dealer