Lori looked at the revolver in front of him, his face ashen.
He had no idea where the gamble had gone wrong. The once-unfailing deals with the Spiritual Demon were now ineffective, but the ironclad truth lay bare before him.
The first five chambers had been empty; now he faced the last one.
The City of Eternal Night was dead silent, everyone watching as Lori's expression shifted unpredictably.
Eventually, his expression steadied. An ugly smirk twisted the corner of his dry mouth. "I think there has been some mistake in this round of gambling, and it's negligence on my part as the house."
As soon as Lori spoke, everyone understood his intention.
Without a doubt, he intended to play dirty—in other words, to flip the table.
Everyone knew such behavior was shameful, but they had to admit it was indeed effective.
The Audience only witnessed the gamble itself; they would not interfere with how the wager was fulfilled after the game. This had always been their stance.
