"What's going on?"
The greasy fat man who had left earlier returned, shoving a half-eaten hamburger into his mouth. When he reached the table and realized something had changed, he squeezed through the crowd with surprising determination.
"Don't even ask," a young woman nearby said sourly, pointing at Ethan as she quickly explained what had just happened.
"Holy crap… you're all idiots!" the fat man blurted out.
The insult earned him a chorus of curses. Several people pointed at him angrily, ready to throw him out themselves.
"Tch." The fat man just scoffed, completely unfazed. He tossed his remaining chips forward.
"If you're not idiots, then who is?"
The crowd froze as they saw where his chips landed—right beside Ethan's pile. Silence fell instantly.
Several people looked like they wanted to slap themselves. Of course. This guy had been their bad-luck charm before—if he was betting there, it had to mean the opposite. How could they have forgotten?
