Gambling Away All His Luck

"When the boat reaches the bridge, it will straighten itself out."

After tossing out those words, Bai Zhu himself felt they were a little perfunctory.

Milluki was still staring at the screen, his fingers never stopping.

"Don't pretend nothing's wrong. These people's files have been altered, which means someone else has their eye on this year's Hunter Exam too."

Bai Zhu finished his fruit and tossed the pit into the trash.

"When has the Hunter Exam ever gone a year without people watching it?"

"This is different." Milluki enlarged several ID numbers. "These guys' registration times are strange. Less than three minutes apart, yet their routes originated from different countries. And there are two whose entry and exit records I can't find."

"Smugglers?"

"You think everyone likes taking back roads like you do?"

"When have I ever taken back roads?"

Milluki looked up at him as if to say, Aren't you the very definition of taking back roads?

Bai Zhu fell silent for a second.

"That was out of necessity."

Milluki couldn't be bothered to argue with him and continued searching through the files.

Bai Zhu sat down on the sofa, drumming his fingers against the armrest.

On the surface, he didn't seem to care.

But Lippo's note was still in his pocket.

Lippo had said the ship would depart early.

Based on the date he had noted when buying the ticket, something should have happened today.

Yet there was nothing at the harbor.

Only a group of registered examinees waiting around.

Unless—the exam had already begun.

Bai Zhu disliked situations where there weren't enough clues.

He didn't know who the enemy was, what the rules were, or even whether the ship had arrived.

It was far more annoying than fighting someone head-on.

Milluki suddenly spoke. "Hey, why aren't you