RUMBLE—!
The moment Qin Fan and Zhuge arrived at the Mountain Villa, the previously starry night sky was suddenly shrouded in dark clouds. Without any warning, the sky erupted with lightning and thunder!
POUR—!
Less than ten seconds later, a torrential downpour began to cascade from above.
It was as if Heaven itself were sentient, as if it could communicate with spirits, as if it foresaw what was to come. Perhaps this thunderstorm was its expression of being unable to bear witness.
"A thunderous downpour on a night for murder! It seems fate has already told me the Gambling King's decision!" Qin Fan paused outside the villa's gate, looking at the brightly lit scene inside as he shook his head with a wry smile.
"When choosing between money and life, most people make ignorant decisions. It is the way of fate, the cycle of destiny. Black and White Impermanence are on their way," Zhuge sighed sadly.
