In the afternoon, following Ye Chen's wishes, Daigman led him through the streets and alleys of Sin City toward the Black Fist Arena, located in a chaotic neighborhood of the central district.
Before leaving, Ye Chen had Daigman bring all the silver coins he had earned yesterday. Along the way, he entered a clothing shop, shed his patchwork pauper's outfit, and changed into a neat, well-tailored shirt and trousers. He also picked out a fashionable local ensemble for Daigman—a leather cap, shirt, leather shoes, and suspender trousers—instantly transforming the old man from looking dirt-poor into a comfortably well-off citizen.
Daigman did not understand what Ye Chen intended to do. He only knew that this shopping spree had cost five silver coins in total—the equivalent of half a month's living expenses for the Daig Family. It was extravagance beyond measure, and it pained him deeply.
However, Daigman also knew that all this money had been earned by Ye Chen, so he was in no position to object. He could only grit his teeth and accept this inexplicable "lavish gift."
Watching Daigman emerge from the shop looking completely renewed yet wearing a face full of worry, Ye Chen saw through his thoughts and explained amiably:
"Don't worry. I had you change into this outfit mainly to keep others from trying to welch on their debts later because of your status."
"Activities like black fist fights are generally tied to gambling odds, and that's where the rest of our silver coins will go."
"Once you bring me near the venue, put some distance between us. We'll walk separately. Pretend you're an ordinary gambler, then bet all the money on me. After repeating that a few times, our assets will double in no time."
Hearing Ye Chen's plan, Daigman looked utterly bewildered. Holding onto