Eveya

"I concede."

Sana's back slumped as though his spine had been yanked out in an instant, and even his deep-set features were shrouded in gloom.

He gave Bo Shuo a bitter smile. "I was blind to your greatness. I actually dared to gamble against you."

As the wager came to an end, astonished whispers rose from the surrounding crowd.

"What? Sana actually conceded on his own?"

"For real? Isn't he one of the rising stars around here? I've seen Sana's gambling skills before."

"tsk, tsk. I don't think Sana's too weak. I think the person he gambled against is just too strong."

Those words struck a chord with many of them.

Quite a few people in the crowd secretly watched Bo Shuo. Amazement and fear flashed through their eyes, and none of them dared speak again.

Perhaps it was because the Youth's presence was too powerful. No one dared offend him openly. He was clearly a high-level Player.

But in this place, gambling was the main theme.

Sana's gambling skills were indeed impressive, but there were plenty of people even better than him—and among them were many candidates addicted to gambling.

They were extremely enthusiastic about challenging any powerful expert who looked the part.

So as soon as Sana stepped down, someone eagerly approached.

"I want to gamble a round with you too." Someone issued an invitation.

The Youth seemed not to take his words to heart. Behind the swaying brim of his hat, his deep-purple eyes swept over the man before he left from the side.

It was blatant disregard.

The man's face shifted from purple to green, and in the end, he could only retreat dejectedly.

Seeing this, the people around him did not embarrass themselves by trying either.

(Emotion Points from candidates +100+999+...)

Next came Bo Shuo's one-man celebration. With 007's assistance, combined with acting that had practically become second nature to him, he thrived here.

The Points on his body began increasing rapidly.

But just as Bo Shuo was about to continue, someone suddenly blocked his path.

This time, it was a servant from the casino.

"Sir, are you enjoying yourself here?" the servant asked respectfully.

Bo Shuo looked at the servant before him. Unlike the servants around them, who wore pure-black uniforms, this one wore red. There was even a brooch pinned to his chest, making it clear that his rank was higher.

"Is something wrong?"

He showed no intention of exchanging pleasantries with the servant.

The red-clad servant smiled. "Our First Floor Gambling King would like to invite you to gamble against her."

The Gambling King?

Bo Shuo tilted his head as though sensing something, his gaze landing directly on a small private room in the distance.

A pitch-black one-way window blocked his view. It was cold and oppressive, as if some man-eating beast were hiding inside.

Bo Shuo keenly sensed someone watching him from behind it without the slightest restraint.

Just as the Youth's icy gaze fell upon the window, the originally pitch-black glass slowly began revealing the scene inside.

A woman with long, curly hair stood there in a Mermaid Skirt. Smiling, she gathered the strands falling over her chest with one hand, while the other held a glass of Red Wine, which she raised toward him from afar.

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A servant led Bo Shuo into a small private room.

The entire room was exceptionally luxurious, utterly unlike a casino.

A wool carpet covered the floor. A comfortable armchair and television stood not far away, while the table held delicate pastries and vivid roses.

The moment he entered, the rich fragrance of roses rushed toward him.

"You're here."

A soft, coquettish female voice rang out. Accompanied by the rhythmic tapping of high heels, a woman with beautiful fox eyes approached.

She was stunningly beautiful, and her fitted Mermaid Skirt outlined her graceful curves. Every movement carried a seductive charm.

Yet the red-clad servant who had led the way did not even dare raise his head. He respectfully bowed to the woman, then immediately withdrew.

It was as though this alluring woman were some kind of ferocious beast.

"I noticed you earlier. You're very different from the others."

The woman's slender fingers, painted with red nail polish, lightly touched her lips. Her voice was suggestive, creating an impression that invited endless fantasies. As soon as her words fell, a strange charm made people lower their guard without realizing it.

But the Black Haired Youth who received this special treatment remained exceptionally calm, showing no sign of being bewitched. His long, fair fingers lifted the brim of his hat.

His handsome, cool face was exposed to the light. A detached calm rested between his brows and eyes, along with an aloof nobility that made him seem impossible to approach.

"If you called me here just to say that..."

A trace of barely perceptible mockery appeared at the corner of the Youth's lips. He raised his eyes toward the woman. "Then there's no need to continue this conversation."

That instantly shattered the deliberately ambiguous atmosphere between them, forcibly taking control of the conversation and placing it firmly in his hands.

The woman's smile stiffened slightly. It seemed this was the first time she had met someone as utterly oblivious to romantic cues as Bo Shuo, but she adjusted her expression in the blink of an eye.

"I'm the First Floor Gambling King. You may call me Eveya."

Eveya set her glass of Red Wine aside. The false smile faded from her face, but her tone remained gentle, making people instinctively feel goodwill toward her.