Three Eight

"Did you win a bit?"

Hongju was forcibly dragged to the table. The can of coffee he was holding was snatched by Guppping’s rough hands and handed over to Mijin.

"I lost. These guys didn’t even give me a break, even though I’m a rookie."

"They’re just seasoned players trying to take advantage of a good, innocent person."

Guppping laughed heartily as he helped Mijin with her outerwear. He didn’t forget to scoop up the piles of cash on one side of the table.

"My bro’s going to the market, but I’ll drop you off on the way. Mijin, you and your friend should pack up."

The atmosphere shifted as the game was being wrapped up. Then Doksu, taking Mijin’s place, sat down and spoke.

"Hey. I thought we were going to play without using skills, but you’re already leaving?"

"Play more. Who says you can’t?"

As Guppping and Doksu steered the conversation, Hongju fidgeted, nervously glancing at Mu-gyeong. He was sitting there, fiddling with the stacks of bills, not really touching the cards, just tapping them lightly with his fingers.

"How about we play a few more rounds? What do you think, CEO Mu-gyeong? Looks like there’s still plenty of cash left."

"Sure."