Chapter 70.1

“East wind!”

Wang Ke played a tile and observed the faces of those two gambling swindlers, checking for any kind of hint. Still, he was unable to detect any oddities. Nothing! The two of them concentrated on the game, not caring about winning or losing!

You two lost way too much money to me these few days, all to make me play with a kid?You must be crazy!

“Green Dragon!”

The Sacred Child also played a tile. He was very serious about the game, openly showing his expressions. He seemed to have a great hand.

“It’s your turn!” Southern Gambling Saint said to Wang Ke.

The confused Wang Ke’s heart skipped a beat. He finally had a rough idea of what was happening.

Now I get it. I haven’t fully grasped their scheme yet, but at least I know what they want me to do. Gamble? They don’t care whether the Sacred Child or I win. They only care about whether I can play a game with the kid. I already entered their trap once I accepted to play! Damn it. What a bunch of crafty old demons. Did I really fall for their trap? Wang Ke thought with a worried face.

Alas, the current situation left him with no option but to play. Even if he could choose again, there was no way an Innate Stage cultivator like him could escape the clutches of a bunch of powerful demons.

‘Brother Wang’? What bullsh*t. They merely wanted me to become numb to the situation.You raised me on a pedestal,just so that I would follow the script?

So, even if he could rewind time and choose again, it would be futile. Wang Ke could only play along with those demons until She Miejue woke up.

I fell for that trap?No matter if I win or lose, I already fell into their trap?Forget it. Even if they already trapped me, I will fall into the trap while taking all this money with me.

“Brother Wang, draw your tile. Quick!” the Northern Gambling God also reminded him.

“Quick, quick. I have a Ready Hand already! Quick!” the Sacred Child also urged him, clearly excited.

Wang Ke stretched out his hand and drew a tile with a serious face before smashing it on the table. “I win!” he declared.

He won?

The Sacred Child was stunned. How did he win?I already have a Ready Hand. Just one more tile! Just one more!

“You won? Brother Wang won, Sacred Child, you lost. You need to pay up!” the Northern Gambling God announced with excitement.

“Bullsh*t. How could he win? I already have a Pure Suit at hand. I just needed one more, just one more! What’s that hand of his? What kind of bullcr*p win is that? How can he win?” The Sacred Child jumped on his chair and raged.

Wang Ke: “………………….!”

“Sacred Child, you and Wang Ke agreed to decide the winner with one game. No matter the hand you have, whoever wins first takes it all. It’s time to pay up!” the Northern Gambling God urged.

“Bullsh*t! I don’t agree! He cannot win! He cannot!” A furious Sacred Child pointed at Wang Ke.

Wang Ke looked back at the Sacred Child with widened eyes. He suddenly understood why the demons wanted him to gamble with the youth: the brat had character issues. Only he could be the winner!

“Why don’t we forget about this game? I’d really like to take some rest!” Wang Ke quickly said.

Forget it?

The Northern Gambling God and the Southern Gambling Saint had spent too much money and embezzled public funds from the blood bank. There was no way they would just let it go! How can we forget it?

“Brother Wang, you won. That’s a fact!”

“Yeah, the Sacred Child lost. He has to pay up!”

“Brother Wang, don’t you worry. Let us try and convince the Sacred Child!”

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The demons kept trying to convince Wang Ke to stay.

“Sacred Child, please respect the rules. You lost, so now you need to pay up!” said the Northern Gambling God.

“I didn’t lose. I never lose. What’s this bullsh*t Mahjong? I will never lose!” the Sacred Child roared.

He flipped the Mahjong table as he threw a tantrum.

“Kraakraaakaaa!”

A table full of Mahjong tiles was flipped upside down.

“Sacred Child.” Wang Ke’s face froze. “I already said that it was okay. This game doesn’t count!” he said.

“Sacred Child, Wang Ke is clearly saying that you can’t afford to lose! He thinks you’re unwilling to pay up!” said the Southern Gambling Saint to fan the flames.

“Bastard! I can’t afford to lose? It is obvious that this Mahjong is rigged! You bastard. I have all the money there is to lose! I have plenty of money!” the Sacred Child roared as he threw a storage bangle at Wang Ke.

“Piak!”

Wang Ke caught the storage bangle in the air. He looked at the Sacred Child in astonishment. Do you need to be this dramatic?Wasn’t it just a game you lost?Is there really a need to lose your temper like that?

“Sacred Child…!” Wang Ke wanted to placate the child—

But it was too late. The two gamblers had already dragged the Sacred Child away.

“Don’t let me see you again. This Mahjong thing is crap! It’s all a lie! Bastard. I have never lost before! Don’t drag me! Don’t you drag me!” The Sacred Child raged on.

And so, the angry child disappeared before the throng.

Wang Ke had a grave, frowning face as he held the storage bangle. The Northern Gambling God and the Southern Gambling Saint set me up just to make the Sacred Child lose money to me?Damn it, what’s the meaning behind all this?

“Brother Wang, don’t take it to heart. We weren’t in a position to speak since the Northern Gambling God was present. But do try to avoid the Sacred Child from here on. He can’t lose!” A demon consoled Wang Ke.

“Oh? The Sacred Child cannot lose?” Wang Ke felt curious.

“Yeah, sigh! We don’t know when or where the Sacred Child came to be. The Demon Sovereign gave him the title a hundred years ago, but he keeps the appearance of a child to this day. His cultivation stagnated at the Innate Stage, too, and hasn’t had any kind of improvement in a while, just as if he were cursed. Most importantly, even his intelligence is childlike! He can’t cultivate, he can’t grow up, and neither can he become more intelligent. He too often enters into a long slumber. Everyone considers him a mon… Uhh, he’s just weird!” the demon said with a bitter smile.