Casino

As a modern, upstanding young man who rejected gambling, prostitution, and drugs, Bo Shuo admitted that when he heard the words "casino," he instinctively turned around and walked away.

007 hurriedly jumped out. "You're not allowed to leave! This is the only place where you can obtain a huge amount of Points right now."

Bo Shuo's footsteps paused briefly. He glanced at the towering tip of the White Tower in the distance and shook his head in refusal. "So what if we go in? With the few scraps we have, we won't even have enough to lose."

He knew his own limitations. Nine out of ten gamblers lost, and Bo Shuo didn't believe he would be the exception.

Soon, he'd even have to gamble away his underwear.

"What are you talking about!" 007 put his hands on his hips and said unhappily. "Don't you still have me? With me helping you cheat, winning is guaranteed."

Perhaps Bo Shuo had lingered there for too long. The attendants inside the casino noticed him and hurried over.

"Hello, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?"

The attendant concealed the astonishment in his eyes. Seeing that Bo Shuo's gaze remained fixed on the White Tower, he smiled and explained.

"This is the largest casino in the central district—the Moon Worship Casino. Would you like to go inside and take a look?"

Go inside and take a look?

Bo Shuo was struggling with the decision himself.

007 urged him from the side. "You're already here."

Those words had a bloodline-level suppressive effect on people from Blue Star.

"Lead the way."

With the attendant leading, they passed through the exterior grounds and entered the White Tower.

"The White Tower has nine floors in total. Each floor has a fixed Gambling King guarding it. You can only proceed upward after defeating the Gambling King on a floor. Of course, the higher you go, the greater the rewards."

As Bo Shuo entered the White Tower, his entire field of vision suddenly widened.

The First Floor was where all the gamblers gathered. It had various gaming areas, packed densely with people who placed bets one after another and revealed their cards.

In the end, the house took everything.

007 said, "Our target this time is the third floor. As long as you make it to the third floor, you can obtain over a million Points. Those Points will be enough to let you advance smoothly to C-rank."

Bo Shuo slowly typed a question mark.

"Is this something I can do just because I want to?"

"Don't you still have me? Relax~"

Bo Shuo made no unnecessary movements, but he was simply too conspicuous here, like a drop of water falling into a boiling pan of oil.

It was impossible not to notice him.

In a corner, a pale-skinned man in a white suit with purple hair narrowed his eyes as he observed the young man.

Not simple.

That was his first impression.

Amid the chaos, the young man stood alone in the corner. A red robe draped down to his ankles, while thick black hair spilled down his back. His outstanding, cool jawline rested in the shadows beneath the brim of his hat.

His entire presence was imposing, forming a sharp contrast with his surroundings.

Mysterious and aloof. He didn't look like a desperate gambler. Rather, he looked like someone who had come to smash the place up.

"Hello, my name is Sana." The man in the suit stepped forward to strike up a conversation.

Hearing the voice, Bo Shuo turned around. His dark purple eyes were hidden beneath the brim of his hat, and his red robe swayed with the motion. He cast a brief glance at the man in the suit.

"Is there something you need?"

Sana laughed heartily. "I saw that you came alone, so I wanted to invite you to gamble a round with me."

People nearby gathered around. None of them had expected Sana to challenge a newcomer who had just arrived.

"Has Sana gone crazy from taking drugs? Why would he pick on a newcomer?"

"Isn't that just bullying?"

"But this newcomer doesn't look simple. Let's not jump to conclusions yet."

The crowd discussed it noisily. Bo Shuo's hearing was excellent, allowing him to take every word in.

Bo Shuo raised his chin slightly. He hadn't expected the man before him to be so direct. After a brief silence, he asked, "What are we betting on?"

Sana swept his gaze around the area before walking straight toward the card table at the very center.

"Simple. We'll play high card."

Several decks of cards lay on the table. A beautiful female dealer asked softly, "Shall we begin?"

Sana placed one thousand Points on the table and gestured for Bo Shuo to go ahead.

After confirming again and again that 007 could guarantee a perfect victory, Bo Shuo also placed one thousand Points.

As the cards were shuffled, the game began.

The rules were simple. The two players would each draw five cards. Before the faces of the cards were revealed, they could choose to fold or reveal them.

As the cards were cut and flipped, they swept through the air in smooth arcs again and again. The sounds of the cards colliding mingled with the rapid shuffling.

With a rustle, the cards were spread evenly across the table.

The dealer smiled and raised her hand. "Please."

Sana amiably gestured for Bo Shuo to draw first.

Bo Shuo followed his wishes and slowly drew five cards from the top.

His movements were clean and efficient, revealing no particular technique.

Sana narrowed his eyes as he studied Bo Shuo, completely unwilling to believe that the other man had drawn so simply.

Anyone who could thrive in a casino had their own special skill.

Nine out of ten gamblers lost.

Therefore, anyone who could be called a casino expert could never rely on luck alone.

Whether stealing, concealing, calculating, or deceiving, as long as they could win the betting game and avoid being discovered, they would use every means available.

Thus, Sana was certain that his opponent had merely used a method he didn't know about.

That thought flashed through Sana's mind. His body unconsciously straightened, and a hint of caution appeared in his eyes.

When it was his turn to draw, he moved his index and middle fingers twice, gaining confidence.

"Would you like to fold?" the dealer asked.

"I won't." Sana smiled as he refused, his gaze fixed intently on Bo Shuo. Though he was already seated at the gambling table, he suddenly began discussing something else. "With your bearing, sir, were you an artist before entering the Exam Venue?"