Elegant Yet Awkward

By watching the words above the mysterious man's head, Xingjue Zi quickly learned his name: Trist.

One of them had fortune-telling as his profession and had practiced it for several centuries; the other had awakened a talent for fortune-telling later in life and had only been at it for a few years.

With just one glance, Xingjue Zi felt the same thing about Card Master—Trist—they were the same kind of people.

Just as Xingjue Zi had guessed, Card Master—Trist rose to his feet and walked toward him.

Trist carried a strange aura of his own, seemingly some ability that influenced one's fate. In an instant, the entire tavern seemed to fall silent, and everyone watched Trist as he approached.

Trist came to Xingjue Zi and took the Ace of Spades from his hand.

Then, Trist suddenly bent down and crouched.

Xingjue Zi suddenly noticed more than a dozen scattered playing cards beneath his feet. Trist was gathering them back into his hand one by one.

A few seconds later, Trist, still crouching on the ground, suddenly looked up with an inscrutable gaze. Xingjue Zi's body trembled involuntarily, and he awkwardly lifted his right foot, allowing Trist to smoothly retrieve the playing card beneath it.

Xingjue Zi opened his mouth halfway, wanting to say something, but the atmosphere was simply far too awkward.

A flash of golden light streaked through the air. A golden card embedded itself in the forehead of Johnny, who sat in his chair with a lecherous grin. That grin froze in place, and then Trist flipped him, chair and all, onto the floor.

Trist retrieved the playing card Johnny had deliberately pinned beneath the chair, then walked over to the immobilized Johnny and pulled the glowing golden card from his forehead.

Freed from his immobilization, the little