Chapter 580: CCI. Gambling Freak (6.5K)_3
The vice leader nodded, also considering whether to gamble on the Continent Martial Arts Competition, with so much savings maybe three or four Golden Dragons, what if his fortune multiplies to ten thousand?
The vice leader chuckled foolishly, it’s pretty much like betting on a horse, this way the drawing stage must be watched carefully, picking a good horse.
Galen entered the telephone booth, closing the door behind him.
Telephone booths in the Imperial City are enclosed, the glass is frosted to protect privacy, and they have strong soundproofing. From outside, you can only see black grids and frosted glass, just enough to discern if someone is inside.
Gren crouched cautiously on the ground, surveying the surroundings like a thief.
Between the eyebrows, there was some resemblance to Doringger, obviously kin, quite handsome.
Having noticed Galen enter, her naturally large Carzilan eyes widened even more.
"What the hell are you doing, can’t you see someone here? Get out immediately."
Gren took out a somewhat petite revolver from the leather bag hanging at her waist, aiming it at Galen, yet she seemed to have never killed anyone before, her hand trembling slightly, breathing rapidly.
Galen raised both hands to indicate surrender, dammit, these indistinguishable kids are the scariest, not wanting to kill but reactive, easily provoked to pull the trigger.
"I’m helping you, providing you with cover."