Ivanovich left with his men, but Yuan Shikai could tell from the look in his eyes that he would not let this go.
At first, Yuan Shikai had not known those twelve people were working together.
But after the game ended, the questioning looks they exchanged gave them away.
Yuan Shikai knew they would want their money back and would probably ambush him along the way.
For Yuan Shikai, however, that was exactly what he wanted. He was looking for that gay black bastard himself.
That look alone was reason enough to kill him.
That gay black bastard was as good as dead. As for the others, if they insisted on throwing their lives away, he could oblige them too.
His Heavenly Hand in every round did not particularly surprise the spectators. His performance on the first floor had already prepared them for it.
On the contrary, they would have been surprised if he failed to get a Heavenly Hand.
Since Laura seemed to possess a similar ability, the spectators concluded that this must be the effect of some secret art.
They simply did not know whether this secret art worked only on gambling.
If it could be applied to other fields, its value would rise beyond all recognition.
The spectators immediately surrounded Hishiri Adashino and Melvin Vines, hoping to sound them out and discover whether they knew anything.
It could not be helped. The former had arrived with Yuan Shikai, while the latter seemed to have assisted him along the way.
Most importantly, both belonged to the Clock Tower, so there had to be some murky connection between them.
Hishiri Adashino and Melvin Vines instantly developed terrible headaches, because neither of them knew anything.
Besides, both were the sort who seemed warmhearted on the outside but were thoroughly blackhearted