Joker had prepared such a spectacular show. How could I, as a guest, not show some appreciation?
As far as Fu Qian was concerned, merely making the bet a perfect success wasn't enough. It could be taken to a whole new level.
For instance, instead of cheating, he could just slap the person across the table to death.
The calamity eye unleashed by the Mechanical King of Prison Break was something even opponents of the same rank wouldn't dare sample lightly. The Joker, who didn't even possess divinity, was reduced to ashes in an instant.
"Hahaha..."
And yet, a curious scene unfolded. Amid the roasting Madness Flame, though there was clearly nothing there, some force still seemed determined to piece a human shape together, even letting out familiar bursts of mad laughter.
It was almost nostalgic. The last time Stos's Madness Flame had roasted him in a bar, the Joker had laughed with the same satisfaction.
As Fu Qian reflected on this, the laughter finally began to fade, as if plunging into an endless abyss.
At last, even that stubbornness beneath the Madness Flame could no longer hold out. The human shape slowly vanished, and it seemed as though all of space and time were being drawn in with it.
Gray, white, and black—everything in the dark night seemed like a membrane stretched to its limit, until it finally tore open with a thunderous rip.
A glow, not especially bright yet unmistakably heralding the change from night to day, squeezed through the opening.
It looked like everyone should get up.
As Fu Qian admired the sight, the scene quickly shifted. He didn't forget to take one last look at the bet.
The Spider Silk Queen, who'd had the whole game under control, seemed to have been dealt a tremendous shock.