Fang Cheng's laughter sounded grating to everyone else.
He'd only won by cheating, yet he was still acting so smug.
Peng Jie sighed, then handed the Five-Thunder Evil-Suppressing Talisman to Fang Cheng.
He said nothing aloud, but complained through Telepathy, "Bro, if you had an ability like that, you could've said so sooner."
Fang Cheng replied, "We're covering both sides here. I'm backing you up. We're partners, and it's all the same whether the talisman's in my hands or yours."
"..."
With Peng Jie leading the way, the others—reluctant though they were—were people of standing. They couldn't bring themselves to welsh on their bets in public, so they had no choice but to hand them over to Fang Cheng.
Aziz took out a piece of parchment and tossed it to him. It recorded the location of Amon Temple.
Apollonius's Crystal Skull, and Joyce's Werewolf Ancestor Totem.
At last, it was Dracula's turn.
He stared at Fang Cheng for a long while before the expressionless face managed a faint, lukewarm smile. "After the banquet, you'll receive news about my mother's body."
Fang Cheng gave him an equally lukewarm reply. "Count, you won't tamper with the information, will you?"
Dracula's expression turned solemn. "I stake my honor on it."
Fang Cheng smiled faintly and nodded.
As if he'd believe that. If Dracula didn't seize this chance to pull something, Fang Cheng would write his own name backward.
After their exchange, each with their own ulterior motives, the unpleasant performance finally came to an end.
Fang Cheng had assumed that after losing so much face, Dracula would bring the Night Banquet to a hasty close.
To his surprise, it didn't affect him in the slightest.
The Night Banquet continued, with plenty of entertainment: plays, operas, a circus, and Magicians taking turns onstage.
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