The Three-Way Win

Watching Mang Ke fiddle with secondhand parts from various machines in the "Arsenal," Old Li led Feng Xue out of the room and spoke quietly in Yan Country Language:

"Weren't you going to Parlin with that guy? What are you doing here all of a sudden? Good thing it's me—anyone else would've had a hard time setting all this up so quickly!"

"The Trait I set up before is already on track. All three Dream Gods are involved, and with Ke Ya managing things on a broad scale, there shouldn't be any problems. This place is actually a fallback I left behind the last time I came in. And this time, something took the bait..."

Feng Xue gave Old Li a meaningful look. Old Li glanced at Mang Ke, who was hugging a mechanical hand larger than her entire body and drooling over it, then said thoughtfully:

"Is the mechanic the bait?"

"No, she's the fish. The whole school of fish." Feng Xue drew a circle in the air with his hand. "She's a senior technical expert from the Parlin Kingdom. It's a small country with a small population, and they want to break through the Ideal Country's technological blockade. I gave them a little hope, so you get it!"

"Good lad. You've really brought me a huge surprise!" Old Li had been a Weird Tale for decades, after all, and immediately understood what Feng Xue meant. His gaze shifted from "a silly girl with some ability" to "a gold mine," and he said at once, "I'll get things moving right away and try to draw all the business here. You gave me pretty short notice, so I haven't prepared enough."

"No need. Your current position as a lower-tier bookie is actually useful. We'll fight a couple of matches first,