Chapter 115: Sometimes Losing Is Also a Kind of Winning!

Dead silence.

More thorough than any before.

The bewildered masked men and the others had their eyes practically bulging out.

Their gazes flipped wildly between Little Clown and that stooped old man.

Boss?!

That half‑legged old thing stepping into the coffin?!

What kind of international joke is this!

"Ha ha… ha ha ha!"

Meanwhile, Little Clown kept cackling, mocking this absurd conclusion.

Jing's mind must be messed up?!

But gradually, his laugh got stuck in his throat.

Because that old guy he had been calling and sending around earlier…

Did not react.

Neither refuted nor got angry.

Just sat there quietly.

The wildly absurd speculation began to go berserk.

Could it be…

Did Jing really get it right?!

This Fate Casino is his in the underground super trading market.

He only used a Superior‑grade item to obtain this dust‑covered treasure.

What a massive leak!

He thought he was the chosen one.

He mocked those dim‑witted fools.

But now thinking back…

Is it really like that?!

"Heh!"

In the corner, a light laugh shattered the dead silence.

The utterly unnoticeable Pingjing‑masked old man moved.

His gaunt hand lifted, leisurely removing the mask from his face.

Under the mask.

It wasn't a human face.

But a even more bizarre golden mask!

The left side bore a benevolent, smiling visage like a money‑scattering child, welcoming guests from all directions.

The right side was ferocious like a demon, eyes set with crimson rubies, resembling a loser who selects victims to devour.

One thought of heaven, one thought of hell!

Thump—!

The moment he saw the mask clearly, Little Clown's knees went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

Like a mangy dog whose spine had been pulled out.

Beside the gambling table, several other players also gasped, their teeth trembling.

They recognized it!

This face…

It was the underground world's super giant crocodile who could summon wind and rain!

Damn!

What had they done before?

Treating this sky‑covering big shot as a mere filler old immortal?!

Even complaining that he had no profit?

That's simply blind as a dog!

The old man completely ignored everyone's reaction.

He wore that half‑Buddha half‑demon mask, his murky eyes staring straight at Su Ming.

"The younger generation is fearsome…"

The old man's voice was hoarse, tinged with a hint of sentiment.

His trick of Great Concealment in the Market has fooled countless old foxes.

At this table, he should have been the most inconspicuous dust.

But the young man opposite…

Truly worthy of Jing!

The old man's body leaned forward, the sense of pressure spiking.

"How did you see through it?"

He was very curious.

As a legend built on deception, his proudest disguise was seen through at a glance!

For him, this was not a failure but a long‑overdue novel experience!

Facing the interrogation, Su Ming remained lazy in posture.

His fingers tapped the table rhythmically.

Dong, dong, dong.

No explanation.

He disdainfully refused to explain.

The old man was stunned for a few seconds, then let out a mute laugh.

His laughter made the golden mask tremble slightly.

"Enough, enough!"

"It is I, the old one, Manifestation."

"At the gambling table, I only watch the outcome, not the process."

"Being able to see through my hidden cards is your skill."

He waved his hand.

Buzz—!

Behind him, golden light surged in the void, countless Chips coalesced into a Golden Throne.

The old man turned and sat down, looking down from above.

His aura fully opened, like a king of the gambling realm.

"Let's get to know each other again."

"I, the unworthy old one, am the true owner of this little casino."

"Friends on the road give me face, all call me a…"

"Gambler!"

On the other side, the Clown was completely still.

It really is him…

All pride and fantasies were crushed to powder by reality.

What backstage operator?

What alliance that hunts geniuses?

So, he was a joke from the start.

He was a pawn pushed to the front by a real big croc, drawing fire and testing depths…

High‑level cannon fodder!

Too much of a Clown!

The Gambler sat on the throne, turning his head toward Su Ming.

"Mr. Jing."

"Regarding the question you just asked…"

His gaze drifted lightly over the Clown on the ground, as if looking at a pile of trash.

"He is not worthy of being my dog."

Murder and punish the heart!

The Clown's body stiffened, and the light in his eyes went out completely.

Not even fit to be a dog…?

However.

Su Ming frowned slightly.

No, that's wrong!

Not a dog?

Buzz—!

Suddenly, at the center of the gambling table, the dormant roulette light flared up.

Clack clack clack!

An ancient, rustic revolver representing judgment materialized out of thin air.

Its dark barrel swivelled, pointing straight at the Gambler atop the throne!

The whole venue was stunned.

The Gambler… lied?!

So the Clown really was the dog he raised?

Then why did he deny it?

Bang—!!!

Gunfire erupted.

The Gambler sat on the throne, motionless, taking a shot.

He didn't even bother to dodge.

Whoosh!

A blue Excellent‑grade Chip shot out from in front of him and landed in Su Ming's Chip area.

Round two ended!

"Heh…"

Looking at the shabby blue Chip before him, Su Ming smiled.

A grim smile spread.

He understood!

What a sly old fox!

This old guy, fully aware that with his power to flip the table, continuing to tangle would only leave him stripped down to nothing!

Rather than being passively hit.

Better to take the initiative and leave!

Using the Rule of the True game "Lie and be eliminated", forcibly end this round!

Self‑destruct truck!

Use the most worthless Chip to end the round.

This method…

That's got something!

"Did you learn?"

The Gambler's voice is calm, carrying the superior's instruction.

"At the gambling table, sometimes losing…"

"…is also a kind of winning."

Sss—!

Beside him, the other players, after a brief moment of shock, have ecstatic light flare in their eyes.

Enlightened!

As long as we endure three rounds, we can leave!

Now the second round has already ended!

In the upcoming third round, as long as they cooperate and deliberately answer incorrectly…

Though they'll lose a Chip, they can end the game outright!

Even…

Take the most worthless item in hand as a Chip, lose to one's own ally!

Left hand to right hand!

In fact, there's no loss!

Sheng!

No!

This is the broad road in a desperate situation!

"Quick! Third round! Start quickly!"

The Crying Mask woman, as if she had clutched a lifeline, her voice is sharp.

The others also stir restlessly, staring intently at the central White Bone Roulette, their eyes blazing.

Just one more spin!

Then we can escape this damned place, far from that terrifying monster!

Bzz—!

The White Bone Roulette seems to sense everyone's hope, beginning to tremble.

The third round is about to begin.

However.

At this moment.

A slender palm gently pressed onto the roulette.

"Wait!"