Kapitel 442: Puppeeter of Cards

Somehow, the air around the table grew grave and solemn once the dealer known as the Devil's Touch approached the table. 

There was an enigmatic presence about the man whose gender was revealed through his physique and the edges of his facial structure, which showed during his odd angle of approach.

Shoulders broader than any woman could possibly achieve, even with the help of advanced hormone therapy—a squarish face with a pronounced, toned jaw.

Even the edges of his cheekbones seemed… defined.

Enough to make you wonder if dealing was his only forte. The tailored suit could very well hide the physique of a fighter… or maybe a killer, given his environment.

"You two have played very well. So much so that I feel it is only right to make your experience as best as possible. As they say, the most fun can only be had when the Devil's Touch… touches the situation."