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    “Again! I’ll absolutely beat your ass this time.”


    The elderly man, refusing to ept his loss, snatched up the dice cup and shook it with forceful determination.


    “Ha-ha! Today must be my lucky day—running into a schmuck like you!”


    The lean man let out a hearty chuckle as he picked up his own dice cup, shaking it with an arrogant, self-satisfied grin.


    Momentster, both cups were lifted, and the elderly man’s roll was clearly lower than the lean man’s.


    “See? What did I tell you? You’re just here to hand me your cash! I won again!”


    The lean man let out a harsh, piercing cackle, a few discolored, decaying teeth shing in the process. He aggressively extended his hand toward the elderly man, his voiceced with impatience.


    “Fork it over. Pay up, old man!”


    The elderly man held a hundred-dor bill tightly in his hand, hesitating before offering it. But the instant the lean man’s hand shot out to grab it, he sharply pulled his hand back.


    “Hey! You trying to weasel your way out of paying?”


    A cruel, sharp glint shed in the lean man’s eyes as he forcefully snatched thest hundred-dor bill from the elderly man’s tight grip.


    “A bet’s a damn bet, in and simple. If you lose, you pay up—that’s just how the game works.”


    As the lean man leisurely counted the thick wad of cash in his hand, a smug smirk twisted his lips, and he asked,


    “Got any more money on you, old timer? If you’re…”


    itching to keep ying, why don’t you go home and shake down your kids for some more? I’ll be sitting right here, waiting patiently.”


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    The onlookers, who had clearly seen enough of the tant injustice, began to speak up.


    “Dude, that’s just too far. You’ve already swiped thousands from him, and now you’re telling him to go shake down his own family for more cash?”


    “Yeah! An old man like him—how long do you think it took him to save up that kind of money, huh? You’ve already fleeced his pocket, and now you’re trying to dig into his life savings?”


    “You’re a real piece of trash, you know that? Seriously, have some conscience for once.”


    The lean man jumped up as if his seat had caught fire. He mmed one foot onto the stone bench, ring down at the crowd as if he owned the entire ce. “Mind your own damn business! If you’re all such bleeding hearts, why don’t you sit down and try to win the elderly man’s cash back from me? Go on, be heroes!”


    The crowd went quiet instantly. No one moved. A few had tried earlier, but they ended up humiliated and broke.


    The lean man smirked, feeling victorious since no one had dared challenge him. “Figures!” he spat. “Bunch of cowards. Not a single one of you has the guts to sit down and y the game with me. What a joke. Anyone? NO?” He fanned a stack of bills in the air like a peacock showing off. “Come on! Here it is! You wanna be a hero? Try your luck! Try and win the cash back from me!”


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