Chapter 68.2

“You’ll give us enough? So do we just keep on losing?”

“Bullsh*t. Do you think my money just falls from the sky? I’m asking you to use it slowly. Lose slowly, balancing between winning and losing! The goal is to make Wang Ke become arrogant, to boost his ego, to have him lose himself, but not to lose all the money!” Tong An’an explained.

“But winning in Mahjong is beyond our control! If we win in small amounts while Wang Ke wins in bigger proportions, we will…!”

Tong An’an was starting to get furious. This useless pair of Northern Gambling God and Southern Gambling Saint… You can’t even control who wins and who loses?

“Forget it, just play by ear. There’s no more time today; we will act tomorrow. Go back and let Wang Ke win as much as you can, and tomorrow we will then trap him and take him down. That’s when I’ll have him spit out all that he has won!” Tong An’an said coldly.

“I just need to lose some money, right? Now I feel at ease!” That demon heaved a sigh of relief.

Tong An’an: “…………………………..!”

Your gambling god title was actually bought, right?

“Then, Chapter Lord, where’s the money…?” that demon asked.

“There’s no money!” Tong An’an shot him a stare.

“Ahhh?”

“Aren’t you in charge of the essence energy blood bank? I will approve the use of blood essence packs as betting chips to play with Wang Ke. We’ll return those blood packs to the bank ater we take him down,” Tong An’an said.

“Understood!”

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The Northern Gambling God returned to the prison complex.

By then, the prison complex was no longer the way it used to be.

There wasn’t just one Mahjong table; now there were twenty of them. It almost became a Mahjong room.

The demons teamed up to play, and the clattering of tiles pervaded the place.

Wang Ke had earned so much money he had to think of ways to divert attention over himself, all to prevent exposure; otherwise someone would soon realize he had been raking in money all along while the rest were losing.

So, it started with one table, to then become twenty tables; each had their own set of games. Why would everyone focus on watching Wang Ke play? This had indeed been a good way to divert the demons’ attention from Wang Ke.

This was the allure of Mahjong. Wang Ke merely had to give them some pointers, and soon everyone else knew how to play. Just when a prototype of a game parlor had been formed, a whole chain of service packages came along. With Wang Ke’s guidance, some demons even started boiling tea eggs to sell.

The Northern Gambling God rubbed his eyes in disbelief when he returned. What happened?We were supposed to boost Wang Ke’s ego. Why the hell are you boiling tea eggs?Do you really see the prison as an entertainment complex?We still have to finish the task of trapping Wang Ke!

The Northern Gambling God walked up to Wang Ke and said, “Brother Wang, why aren’t you playing? You prefer to idle next to the Ten-thousand Serpent Pool instead?”

Wang Ke remained silent, but the demon beside him spoke up, “Brother Wang said that everyone is working hard on their Mahjong games, so he wanted to prepare some food for them. He happened to see the Ten-thousand Serpent Pool, so he’s thinking about gathering some ingredients and barbecuing some of the snakes!”

Northern Gambling God: “………………………!”

Barbecue?To hell with that!We want your ego to burst. We didn’t ask you to provide an all-in-one service to entertain demonic cultivators.The Chapter Lord has already started the operation.I have to fulfill my part!

The demon gambler pulled Wang Ke to the side and warned him, “Brother Wang, you can’t go near the pool. There’s an array inside; anyone below the Astral Infant Stage would be suppressed, ending up at the level of an ordinary person! You would die if the venomous snakes surround you! Don’t go near it. It’s too dangerous!”

“Oh? I won’t be able to get out if I fall over? That’s dangerous!” Wang Ke quickly took a few steps back.

“Brother Wang, shall we continue playing?” the gambling god suggested.

“Didn’t you lose everything?” Wang Ke asked doubtfully.

You lost everything, yet you still want to gamble with me?Aren’t you being unreasonable?Don’t tell me you just want to play without betting a thing?

“I, I still have blood essence!” Northern Gambling God said after taking a deep breath.

“Blood essence? Not interested!” Wang Ke said with a peculiar expression.

I’m not a pervert like you. Why would I want the blood essence?

“It’s a great beverage!” Northern Gambling God persuaded in frustration.

A great beverage?It’s human blood. Do you think I’m crazy?I didn’t even receive a blood transfusion back on Earth, and now you’re asking me to straight out drink it?

“Brother Wang, you will know when you drink it. Blood essence is an even better cultivation resource than spirit stones. The only shortcoming is the short shelf life, but it’s really valuable. If you don’t want it, I can buy it from you with spirit stones!” that demon explained, with hopes up.

Wang Ke felt a little nervous because he was constantly aware that he was faking it. He had to pretend and act as if he had thought like a demon would. If demons valued blood essence, he would also have to raise his thumbs in approval.

“Sure! Let’s do it then!” Wang Ke nodded.

“Blood essence? Even a rare resource such as that can be used to gamble? Count me in!” A few demons overheard and approached them, clearly excited.

“Get lost!” Northern Gambling God pushed away the gathering demons.

He only allowed two more demons to join the game; they were actually part of the group tasked with trapping Wang Ke during the gambling.

The other demons were angry, but none of them would dare offend the Northern Gambling God. They had to resign themselves to only looking at them as they took out boxes of blood essence and getting ready to gamble with Wang Ke.

Wang Ke suddenly realized that something was off as they played. That is, because none of the demons were winning; they were losing all the games. They purposefully lost even when they had formed winning combinations.

Hmm? Something’s wrong, Wang Ke thought, becoming stern.

“Brother Wang, you are so lucky. Hahaha, one more game!” Northern Gambling God praised Wang Ke and laughed.

Wang Ke realized the problem. These three demons seem to be scheming against me!But what’s their angle?What are they planning?Why haven’t I ever encountered such fortune when playing Mahjong?

Wang Ke wanted to leave the table, but by then he had already won a lot of blood essence. The stakes were so high that demons from the other tables stopped their games to watch them play.

It would be unreasonable to bolt away from the table when he was on a winning streak. It wouldn’t be coherent with his gambling persona. But what are they scheming?What are they going to do?The demonic sect really is like a tiger’s den and a dragon’s pool; what a dangerous place!The human heart is really hard to fathom!Forget it. Let’s dig for more clues while dredging all this money!