This card game went on for a long time.
Until Eveya pushed over the cards in her hand and quite neatly and decisively admitted:
"I lost."
This nearly crushing contest had no meaning if it continued.
The youth's calculation ability in front of her was simply a monster.
However, Eveya had prepared for this long ago; she held a cigarette between her lips, then leaned back, raised her head, and lit it.
Seeing Bo Shuo watching her, Eveya smiled. Her motion of lighting the cigarette paused for a moment as she plucked one from the cigarette case, handed it over, and asked flirtatiously, "Want one?"
"No," Bo Shuo lowered his gaze to sweep over it with no intention of taking it, refusing, "I don't smoke."
Eveya was not awkward at all; she naturally withdrew her hand and then puffed away on her own. The curling white smoke obscured her pretty brows and eyes, and the red lips at her chin were stunningly vibrant.
Fading away the previous disguised gentleness and delicate beauty, she looked more like a poisonous snake lurking for an opportunity in a cave right now.
Or rather... like a bandit leader.
And this bandit leader seemed to have latched onto him.
Bo Shuo found it tricky.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. "You don't seem surprised at the outcome of this betting game at all."
"I knew you would win."
Eveya's voice was lazy, her entire person leaning lazily against the chair as if her bones had been pulled out.
Her pretty fox-like eyes watched Bo Shuo without blinking, and she smiled. "As long as it's something you want to achieve, it never goes wrong."
Another one of these damn Riddlers.
Bo Shuo tensed his face, having no further desire to converse with the woman before him, and shifted his gaze to the floor-to-ceiling window not far away.
This location was extremely good, able to encompass the entire casino below and even meticulously observe everyone's facial expressions.
The frantic and distorted faces of gamblers, the unchanging fake smiles of dealers, and the hidden, gloomy emotions among them.
Finally, his gaze landed on a short, fat man wearing a black hat on the second floor.
"That's the second-layer Gambling King of our White Tower."
Eveya had been paying attention to Bo Shuo all along and naturally knew what he was looking at. She smiled, extinguished the women's cigarette in her hand, and raised an eyebrow. "Going to challenge him? I'll introduce you."
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The White Tower was more lively today than ever.
Countless gamblers rushed over upon hearing the news, their expressions so fanatical that they seemed to be following a divine miracle.
Just a moment ago, the ancient bell located at the very top of the White Tower was struck, and its long, heavy hum resonated across the entire heaven and earth.
Someone was actually publicly challenging the Gambling King!
This really was a rare occurrence.
After all, the Gambling King couldn't be challenged by just anyone casually. First, one had to possess astonishing gambling skills, and also deep points as a stake. Once these were met, it still depended on whether the Gambling King was willing to accept the match.
You must know that the last person to publicly challenge the Gambling King was still a year ago.
The crowd began to churn, and a gambler who had already broken three fingers squeezed frantically toward the inside, just to be able to clearly see the picture on the light screen.
"My goodness! Up to now, he's already on a 13-game winning streak. No wonder he has the qualifications to play against the second-layer Gambling King."
"Look quickly, this match is about to end."
"I just got here. What's the situation now? Did the Gambling King win?"
"Is this person a monster? Such a terrifying memory and calculation ability."
As this voice sounded, it was followed by one wave of intake of breath after another.
The look of shock in the eyes of some people was beyond words.
Was this really something a human could accomplish?
On the platform right in the middle was a huge light screen.
Pure white gauze met the eye, layered heavily behind, surging like wheat waves as the wind blew.
The filming angles constantly shifted, even correspondingly producing urgent drumbeat music, paired with the youth's handsome and aloof appearance in the picture, as if this were not a casino, but an elegant art hall.
Unfortunately, the white gauze was not a decoration, but obstacles used to block the line of sight.
Surrounding the card table was circle upon circle of narrow cards, only half a fingernail in size, constantly floating and moving amidst the white gauze.
The colors of the cards were all different, with out-of-order characters written on them, and they were only flipped open for ten seconds at the very beginning.
The rules of this match were very simple: mix cards written with identical characters together, and no props or acquired talents were allowed to be used.
As time passed, the score gradually widened.
The Gambling King sitting opposite was sweating profusely, looking at the youth not just with shock, but with a fear akin to looking at a monster.
The opponent was currently leading him by nearly three times his score!
At the very beginning, the two speeds were comparable, and they played back and forth, indeed giving the Gambling King—who hadn't had an opponent for a long time—an excitement of finding a matched opponent.
However, as time passed, the memories in his mind began to slightly blur, and his speed started to slow down, yet he found that the youth before him still maintained his original speed.
Neither fast nor slow, and even the count per minute was neither more nor less, as if to tease him with the ease of a cat playing with a mouse.
Until now—
A huge sense of helplessness surged up, and that exorbitant score pressed down on his heart like a giant mountain, driving one to collapse and despair.
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