At Golden Rat Gambling House…
Red Face laughed loudly, his voice echoing through the gilded hall. "This is the entirety of my clan's treasury! Thirty-three million mana crystals!"
Gasps filled the chamber. Even the clerks froze mid-writing. Thirty-three million—an astronomical sum that could purchase a mid-tier kingdom or fund an entire sect's operations for decades.
"I'll wipe that bastard clean," Red Face shouted, his spit flying. "All of it, against Kent! Hahaha, let him drown in shame! He dares to humiliate me, the Red Face, in front of the city? I'll make sure he never lifts his head again!"
Fatty Ben felt his entire stomach sink into his knees. His fat cheeks trembled. He forced a smile, stamping the wager with the house seal, but inside he was burning with dread.
When the last chest of crystals was stacked, Fatty stumbled back to his room, clutching his belly, muttering under his breath.
