Chapter 17
Guppping had no idea that Mu-gyeong was watching him. If anything felt even slightly off, Mu-gyeong would catch on in an instant.
Hongju, sensing the urgency, spoke up.
"What if he finds out? What if he tries to pull his investment like last time...? Isn’t this just asking for trouble?"
"That guy may have invested in the house, but he doesn’t know shit about gambling. At most, he’s played a few rounds of Hwatu or Seotda. We could cheat him right in front of his face, and he wouldn’t even notice."
Hongju’s lips parted, the dried blood on them cracking, but he hesitated.
Instead, Doksu tilted his head and added,
"I’ve never seen that guy show any interest in gambling, though."
"If you set the mood right, anyone can get into it."
Guppping was already pulling in Yang Siljang to get things moving.
Though Yang Siljang had been wary of Mu-gyeong earlier, he welcomed the idea.
They began setting up the trap.
To the seasoned gamblers, Mu-gyeong was just another fattened target ready to be stripped clean.