Gasps erupted.
"That… that's higher than the Dragon Bone Iron haul!"
"Impossible! How did he get all that without fighting?!"
"It's the damn pet!" someone shouted. "That One-Eyed Bandit's a walking treasure compass!"
The gamblers' faces drained of color. They had thrown millions into wagers expecting his humiliation—only to watch the "coward" emerge with a haul that could rival the top-position.
Kent only clasped his hands to the judge, as if nothing here was worth fussing over. The Bandit, however, gave the crowd another cheeky-grin, its one eye glinting with mischief.
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Inside the Gambling House, the private box for the high-rollers was thick with smoke and curses.
Several gambling syndicate heads sat grim-faced, their plans having failed twice now.
"That brat…!" One heavyset man with scarred knuckles slammed his palm into the table, making the betting slips scatter. "We gave them precise locations! How could they not even scratch him?"
