Outside the café, two white-haired old men watched the card game on the table with great interest.
Unfortunately, both of them had already lost all their money. Otherwise, there was no way they would have let these two young men show off in front of them.
They had been handling playing cards before these two brats were even born. But thoughts were just thoughts; they could not hide the fact that they were terrible at it.
Constantine no longer bothered hiding anything. He tossed the two wallets beside him onto the table and bet everything.
The opening stake had been ten dollars. By now, he had both old men's wallets, along with some cash.
Jeremiah, sitting opposite him, looked at the cards in his hand. They were excellent—enough to guarantee a win. He did not believe Constantine had an ace.
He slapped the wages he had just taken from his pocket onto the table.
"Mr. Constantine, if you lose, I'll buy you a coffee. What flavor do you like?"
"Can't you at least let me have some hope? God, you really are a demon." Constantine grabbed his hair in irritation.
It looked as though there was little hope left, but...
Constantine raised his head and asked pitifully, "Could I have another sandwich?"
Jeremiah nodded generously. "I'll get you two!"
Only then did Constantine lower his head to examine his hole cards, his fingers lightly rubbing across the playing card.
An ace of spades flew from his sleeve and, faster than the eye could follow, switched places with the seven of spades in his hand.
"I'm guessing you have a king of hearts, but I have the ace of spades. If you don't mind, I can buy you two sandwiches."
Constantine still wore that innocent expression as he reached out and