No, no, what the heck is this guy shouting about!
The moment she heard the words “little kitten,” Keti almost got PTSD, cough, cough.
… Mainly because of that archenemy.
He always called her that, and now the silver-haired beauty was genuinely worried that Layla and Sylvia might—
Might start getting the wrong idea about that word…
Ugh.
She glanced over at Layla, feeling guilty, but—wait, why did Layla actually look so expectant!
Had she already accepted that every girl around her archenemy was his little kitten or what!
“I—I don’t want to. Ugh… You only won two rounds, what are you so proud of? Try winning a few more before you brag.”
Keti’s face flushed bright red as she muttered in a low voice. Her archenemy beside her flashed a mischievous grin, leaned close to her ear, and whispered:
“I get it, I get it, little kitten… You don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of your old teammates, right~? So, when they leave later, you’ll have to think about how to thank me~”
“Guh…”
Thank…
Thank him for what? More like beat him up!
Keti closed her eyes in resignation. She hadn’t planned to fuss over Lynn’s teasing, but… after he said all that, he actually reached out and began gently stroking her thigh.
Mmm~
“Ho~ah, young people these days really make me envious. If an old man like me wanted to touch such a cute girl, I’d have to pay for it~ Young man, is this lady your girlfriend?”
“Rich Guy Uncle, you’d better think about your next game. This round, I’m betting thirty thousand dinars.”
“Tsk…”
Ahem.
Ignoring that rascal hand her archenemy had placed on her thigh, Keti could clearly see that the Rich Guy Uncle sitting across from them seemed a little scared.
Probably because her archenemy won the previous two rounds too quickly, ending each game in a single turn. Anyone would suspect he was playing dumb to hustle them.
Rich Guy Uncle probably wanted to bail, but the rule was they had to play at least three rounds. After a long moment, he steeled himself and put up new chips.
“I’m in!”
Heh heh… Good, this way, they could make quite a profit. Keti pinched her chin, thinking back on previous games. Her archenemy actually seemed pretty good at this weird card game.
He could definitely do it!
Uh…
Or maybe not!
Who would’ve thought, after just a few minutes, the third game between her archenemy and Rich Guy Uncle would end with her archenemy’s defeat.
The God card easily beat the Human card. It was so natural a loss; her archenemy just kept holding onto his Demon card, never playing it, and after a few rounds like that, there was pretty much no way to win.
Uh…
Was this… a fluke, or did he screw up?!
Keti was already breaking out in a cold sweat. The stakes were getting higher and higher. No matter how she looked at it, her archenemy seemed even more reckless now!
Losing thirty thousand in one go— even after subtracting the ten thousand he’d won, he was still down over twenty thousand!
“Hahaha, well… Looks like those last two wins were just luck! Kid, your luck’s run out!”
Obohard, who won back all the chips in one hand, was looking even more fired up. On the other side, Lynn appeared flustered, snorted coldly, and said:
“I can’t accept that. Let’s go again! This time, I’ll bet twenty thousand dinars!”
“Twenty thousand, huh? Heh, kid, still dreaming of a comeback? I’ll show you reality!”
With that, the two launched into another intense match. Keti and Layla were sweating buckets watching from the side—wh-what was going on? Why did her archenemy look so panicked?
Come on, it wasn’t that bad. He’d only lost twenty thousand, and just the first game at that. But he kept raising the stakes again and again.
But then, her archenemy really started acting like he was possessed, playing recklessly and losing nonstop…
Fourth round, Rich Guy Uncle wins. Fifth round, same result. Sixth round, seventh round…
Crack—
Before they knew it, he’d already lost ninety thousand dinars!
Hiss…
Keti was so nervous she could barely stand it. What was her archenemy even doing? She was so angry she wanted to kick him aside and play herself—how could he lose like this?
It was like he was playing blindfolded.
Next to her, Layla bit her lip in frustration too. What was Lynn up to? He hadn’t won a single hand, and she couldn’t even hand him a drink!
If this kept up, the pink-haired girl beside them looked about to explode. Forget about happily entering the room later.
At this rate, they might break up on the spot over gambling debts!
Only Sylvia blinked quietly, staring intently at Lynn as if she’d understood something, and finally…
In the eighth round, after two draws with Obohard playing Human cards, Lynn used his Demon card on the third play, perfectly predicting his opponent’s God card!
“Lynn wins!”
“Yes!”
“Crack… Th-this luck…”
Keti immediately waved her hand in delight. Crack… Even if her archenemy was an absolute idiot, at least he managed to win one by sheer dumb luck.
That win made up for a lot. In the end, he only lost a few thousand dinars to that uncle— which, for a rich second-generation like him, wasn’t much at all.
Uh… except for that fifty thousand dinar matter.
As Keti debated whether to do anything about that, her archenemy suddenly fumbled and accidentally flung a Human card to the floor, quickly bending down to pick it up.
***
Meanwhile, Obohard, who’d been regretting his own greed for playing that last round when he’d already won so much, saw Lynn’s card-picking motion clearly.
Suddenly, his eyes widened as he noticed something: the back of the Human card Lynn picked up… had a very obvious streak of dust.
Lynn, on the other hand, seemed oblivious! He was still grinning smugly, saying:
“Well, Uncle, want to keep playing? I’m worried your heart can’t take it!”
“Heh… My heart? My heart is sturdy! I don’t need a kid like you worrying about it!”
Obohard was suddenly excited. If things were like this, then the next round would be a guaranteed win!
As long as he waited for the kid to play that Human card and countered with a God card, or if Lynn played the Demon card early against his Human card—
No matter which way, as long as he watched that Human card, he couldn’t possibly lose!
“Alright then, this round, I’m betting three hundred thousand dinars! Uncle, do you dare to match me? If you do, you’ll need to put up… six hundred thousand. Do you have enough chips?”
Lynn declared, while Obohard, hearing that number, instantly took a deep breath…