Chapter 156 - 158 The Gambler
The bald gambler almost choked to death on Mu Can’s words; he had clearly been drooling over these treasures just a moment ago, yet he rejected them decisively and neatly.
Mu Can sneered inwardly, although he was attracted to the treasures on the shelves, he had no intention of showing an obsession like that.
"Young brother, with so many treasures here, aren’t you tempted?" The bald gambler’s dice cup shook even faster in his hand.
"Although the junior is tempted, the junior knows that the senior’s possessions are not so easily taken." Mu Can pretended to be naive as he spoke.
The bald gambler chuckled to himself, I’m not afraid that you don’t want it, kid; I’m just afraid you won’t be tempted, for once you’re tempted, there’s no way you won’t lose.
"No need to keep calling me senior, just call me Uncle Lan." The bald gambler squeezed out an amiable smile.
Poor Tiger contemptuously curled his lips upon seeing this. This old fellow might look benign, but his heart is as black as pitch. I almost lost my pants to him here once.
Poor Tiger coughed softly a few times.
"Uncle Lan, do you remember me?" Poor Tiger tried to keep his voice as steady as possible, to prevent anyone from detecting the fluctuations in his tone.
If it weren’t for the fact that he couldn’t beat this old fellow, Poor Tiger would have turned hostile long ago. He had saved up treasures for several years, only to lose them all here to the old man, and after being left penniless, he was casually pushed out of the secret room by the elder.
"Oh, it’s Little Tiger, isn’t it? I’m still keeping the horsetail whisk you left here back in the day. Are you here to win it back?" The bald gambler looked at Poor Tiger, remembering the tiger that lost to him that year, and spoke excitedly.