Capítulo 52: Fu Zhelan's Regret

"Which den are you from?" Peng Enlai asked the cripple in front of him.

"I'm just a poor potato farmer." Said Yun Lei, who had finally finished counting his coins. "Well, I guess I'm not so poor anymore."

He didn't know how money worked in the Northern Continent but judging from the Boss' face, 512 silvers was a rather significant sum.

"Are you fucking with me?"

"No, I'm not into men. Even if I was, you aren't much of a looker."

The boss of the Black Light gambling den exhaled deeply, trying to control his anger. After playing four more games of dice, he still couldn't tell how he was being duped. No matter how hard he tried to prevent it from happening, the dice only rolled to a 6. Every time that happened, his mood got progressively worse.