Splash—
The endless rain had continued for three days in the blink of an eye.
Dark clouds hung over Thunderstorm City like ink, leaving the sky dim and lightless. Heavy rain poured onto the bluestone streets, splashing into blooming droplets.
In such dreadful weather, few pedestrians passed through the streets. Only several taverns along the roadside still glowed with clusters of orange-yellow light.
Splash—
A pair of large hands lifted the curtain before a tavern. A man in a straw rain cape strode inside, took it off and hung it by the wall, then passed straight through the noisy hall. He reached a table in the farthest corner, pulled out a chair and sat down, casually wiping the rainwater from his face.
Three people were already seated at the table. Seeing the man sit down, a man with a long ponytail said impatiently, "Feidian, why did you call us out in this damned weather? I was on a winning streak today. If you hold up my earnings, I'm really going to lose my temper!"
The only woman at the table immediately said disdainfully, "Heh, Yeren, give it a rest. With your gambling skills, even a stray dog could beat you."
"Hey! Mariko, it's been a while, and you're still as sharp-tongued as ever." Yeren narrowed his eyes slightly, his lecherous gaze sweeping over Mariko's curvaceous figure. He grinned. "Hehehe, want to find somewhere and try out my gambling skills?"
Disdain flickered across Mariko's seductive face. Without giving him an ounce of face, she spat, "Pah! Go try it with your mother!"
"Enough. You two, stop arguing."
The speaker was an exceptionally burly man. His body stood over two meters tall, carrying an oppressive presence. His bull-sized eyes fixed on Feidian, who had arrived last, as he said in a deep