Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
“You’ll give us enough? So do we just keep on losing?”
“Bullsh*t. Do you think my money just falls from the sky? I’m asking you to use it slowly. Lose slowly, balancing between winning and losing! The goal is to make Wang Ke become arrogant, to boost his ego, to have him lose himself, but not to lose all the money!” Tong An'an explained.
“But winning in Mahjong is beyond our control! If we win in small amounts while Wang Ke wins in bigger proportions, we will…!”
Tong An'an was starting to get furious. This useless pair of Northern Gambling God and Southern Gambling Saint… You can’t even control who wins and who loses?
“Forget it, just play by ear. There’s no more time today; we will act tomorrow. Go back and let Wang Ke win as much as you can, and tomorrow we will then trap him and take him down. That’s when I’ll have him spit out all that he has won!” Tong An'an said coldly.
“I just need to lose some money, right? Now I feel at ease!” That demon heaved a sigh of relief.
Tong An'an: “................................!”
Your gambling god title was actually bought, right?
“Then, Chapter Lord, where’s the money…?” that demon asked.
“There’s no money!” Tong An'an shot him a stare.
“Ahhh?”
“Aren’t you in charge of the essence energy blood bank? I will approve the use of blood essence packs as betting chips to play with Wang Ke. We’ll return those blood packs to the bank ater we take him down,” Tong An'an said.
“Understood!”
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The Northern Gambling God returned to the prison complex.
By then, the prison complex was no longer the way it used to be.
There wasn't just one Mahjong table; now there were twenty of them. It almost became a Mahjong room.
The demons teamed up to play, and the clattering of tiles pervaded the place.
Wang Ke had earned so much money he had to think of ways to divert attention over himself, all to prevent exposure; otherwise someone would soon realize he had been raking in money all along while the rest were losing.
So, it started with one table, to then become twenty tables; each had their own set of games.
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Dear IGK readers,
It's been one and a half years since I started IGK, and I think it's safe to say now that it's not doing well.
After some careful thought and discussion with my wife, I have come to the decision to stop working on IGK and focus on my other commitments, e.g., my studies and other part time works.
The last chapter I will publish will be 192.2.
Thank you for your supports thus far, especially my dear patrons! Sorry to disappoint those who love this story very much. I've really been enjoying it so far and I do feel reluctant to let it go, but circumstance calls for it.