Chapitre 717: Could've, Would've, Should've - A bet's a fucking bet.

I wasn't even halfway done with my explanation when this Mason guy cut me off, but the crowd around us already made bets of their own. In this place, as long as betting was involved, you'd attract a large crowd and you'd walk away with bulging pockets if you were ever on the winning side.

However, the mistake the guy in front of me made will probably cost him his cheeks falling off.

But to make sure he's in for something he asked for, I still tried to finish explaining the rules of our bet.

"Let me finish. You get to slap me if I'm wrong but–"

"I get it, I get it! I get to slap you when you're fucking wrong– and you're obviously gonna be wrong without that earpiece, and you get to slap me when you're right– which will never fucking happen."

"That's about right. However…"

"Hmm?"

"Why don't we up the ante a little bit?"

"Are you stalling? Just spit it out so we could get it over with!"

"Let's also bet everything on our person. You know, after we tally the score."