The King of Gamblers Bets on Victory!

Staring at the familiar walls, Li Yintong hurried to the window. Outside, traffic flowed along the streets and high-rises stood tall, a thoroughly modern scene. Only then did Taimai finally let out a relieved breath.

"Damn, I'm finally back!"

After saying that, Li Yintong ran for the door. "Brother Lin, make yourselves at home. I'm going to check how badly the pavilion was damaged!"

Fish Ball Guy had caused this pollution. He was about to apologize to Lin Baici before going to clean up the mess, contain the traditional painting, and check for casualties, but before he could leave, he heard a roar.

"Fish Ball Guy, you caused this pollution, didn't you?"

Fish Ball Guy's face fell. He stopped walking. "Don't yell. It was just an accident!"

"Uncle Jiu told you that if you want to examine a God's Taboo Object in the pavilion, you have to go downstairs. You couldn't understand that?"

The speaker soon appeared.

Lin Baici and the others turned to look. A man had just turned into the corridor from the elevator.

In this weather, he was wearing a black suit and an overcoat. Didn't he feel hot?

Even more conspicuous was his slicked-back hair. It gleamed with pomade and looked shiny enough to reflect the sunlight.

They couldn't see much of his face because an enormous pair of sunglasses covered most of it, but he probably wasn't very handsome.

"Could that be the God of Gamblers?"

Hua Yueyu covered her mouth and muttered under her breath.

His getup was as flashy as a gambling king in a Hong Kong Island casino movie. All he needed was entrance music.

"It was just a little incident. Do you really have to make such a fuss?"

Fish Ball Guy said irritably, "Besides, didn't I take care of it?"