"Hmph…" Viper snorted. How could he take Rick Tian seriously? The man was as stupid as a peacock in a mirror. He is always loud, proud, and too dumb to realize he was fighting himself!
"Honestly, Young Master Tian… why are you bothering? Just give me the money. There is no way you're winning this."
A few masked onlookers chuckled.
Rick's jaw twitched.
Viper leaned forward and tapped the table. "I'm not here to extend this nightmare. Hand over a pouch of prime crystals now, and maybe I'll let you walk away without losing more face. What do you think, young master? Am I not being very generous here?"
"How sure are you that I am losing?" Rick hissed.
"Don't mind him," Matthew said.
Viper brushed his sleeve off casually. "Oh? It seems that Mr. Ghost isn't ready to give up yet," he chuckled. "Very well… your turn."
Matthew watched the dealer lay down his stone under the lamp. Viper leaned forward, arms crossed, eyes flicking between Rick and Ghost.
