"The things you lost are only being kept with me temporarily."
Fang Mo dragged D'Arby back onto a stool, then pointed at the organs soaking in the glass of water. "But if you stop gambling, then you really won't be getting these things back."
"What?"
D'Arby could not help but freeze upon hearing this.
"You do look like you're in a terrible state, but actually, our losses have been pretty devastating too."
Fang Mo spoke slowly. "Setting Joseph and Hol Horse aside, I still owe you one Soul Chip. You only lost your manhood, one kidney, half a lung, and a leg, but I lost three living, breathing companions!"
"You..."
D'Arby opened his mouth to say something, but Fang Mo quickly cut him off again. "So it's not just you who's been losing. I've been losing too."
"And you're different from me."
Fang Mo pointed at the revolver on the table. "I lost because I couldn't gamble to begin with. But you can. You only lost because you were careless and underestimated your opponent—you just didn't fully understand the rules. As long as the rules can be changed from here on out... you might not keep losing, right?"
"You..."
D'Arby was clearly stunned.
"Don't you want to earn merit before Sir Dio?"
Fang Mo earnestly persuaded him. "You've already taken out three of our companions. That's an unprecedented achievement. Think about it carefully—how many Stand Users did Dio send to attack us before this... and didn't every one of them fail?"
"Well..."
"Even if you stop now, this record alone will be enough to move Dio."
Fang Mo waved a hand, cutting D'Arby off. "But if you're willing to keep going, you might get an even greater reward. Wipe us all out here, and reclaim everything you lost. By then,