Practice More If You're Bad, Why Is It You?

"I want to see the cards!"

"Your cards are rigged!"

Inside Room 3 of the "House of Fortune" Casino in Revival City, Gordon, the second son of the Hohenheim Family, was glaring viciously at the Beastfolk dealer in front of him. His eyes practically spat fire. As a bona fide wastrel who had dominated the casino scene for six years, he had never encountered a situation like this. Twelve hands!

He hadn't won a single hand of Texas Hold'em in twelve straight rounds!

Even when he had gotten what should have been an unbeatable straight flush, the Goblin gambler across from him had effortlessly taken the pot! Combined with the way the man occasionally glanced at the Lionfolk dealer, and the fact that his gameplay showed no skill whatsoever, Gordon was absolutely certain that this bastard was a shill!

And those Beastfolk definitely tampered with the cards!

What a damn "lucky casino." It was obviously a rigged casino!

Damn it, you want to play dirty, huh?

If I don't tear this lousy casino apart today, I, Gordon, will write my name backward from now on!

"Hey, guest, I don't appreciate that accusation. As the saying goes, victory and defeat are common in war, and the same applies at the gambling table. Besides, we dealt every card right under your nose. How could we have tampered with them?" Seeing Gordon lose his temper and demand to inspect the cards, the dealer, who had undergone relevant training before taking the job, remained completely calm.

After glancing at the guards behind this fat sheep, she unobtrusively pressed the alarm button at her waist. Then, with an impatient expression, she sneered at Gordon, who had already turned into a red-skinned duck. "We're a legitimate casino. There's never been any rigging here. You think you