Inside the Golden Rat Gambling House, the smell of incense mixed with the clinking of mana stones was almost intoxicating.
Fatty Lambu sat among piles of mana crystals, his fingers drumming on a jade abacus as he stared at the Aurora Glass replaying the results of the third round.
Kent King's name still shone at the very top.
Fatty's lips curled into a grin so wide it nearly split his round face. "Heh… my master's victory in the third round may have blinded the crowd, but the fourth? This is where the heavens will even the score."
"Master Ben, I think, from now onwards, no one would dare to bet against Kent King. You better change to a new name." the servant lady said while holding a wine glass for Ben.
He slapped his palm onto the counter and bellowed for all to hear:
"From this moment—Golden Rat raises the odds on Kent King for the fourth round to one to fifty! Yes! Do it now!"
