"Who says that? A man is only as good as his word, and going back on it is unworthy of a gentleman... Do you think I'm not a man of my word?"
Fushimi Roku glanced at the operator again, who held up two fingers.
"In the face of death, no one can be trusted." Uesugi Shion said.
"Hey, isn't Japan a nation that upholds the spirit of the samurai? I'm a true heir of the samurai way, betting my honor, I will definitely honor my bets!" Fushimi Roku said.
"No." Uesugi Shion was unwilling to back down any further.
The operator raised one finger and began counting down the seconds.
"You don't even have the ability to stop me from flipping the table, so how can you consider yourself my equal?"
Just about to track the location, Fushimi Roku's tone gradually became arrogant: "You don't even qualify to be my equal, what do you have to bet with me?"
"..."
Uesugi Shion fell silent again.
