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
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 34: New Map! The Underground Sewer and Slime!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 623: Old Friend From Younger Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
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
"You're thinking..."
Dennis raised his hand, mimicking the action of rolling dice, and flicked his tongue in his mouth to simulate the sound of dice.
"Oh? You've just earned a 100-year sentence reduction today and you want to play dice?"
"After working all day, I'm tired. It's just right to find a place to have some fun."
"Alright, then I'll take you to a good place to have fun." His coworker smiled. "There's a casino in the southern part of the city. It's pretty good. Even third-class citizens are allowed to gamble there. The stakes aren't high, you can join a game with just a hundred or so, it's pretty good."
"That's exactly what I want."
Dennis followed his coworker to the casino in the south.
Surprisingly, the casino was just across the street from a police station, which was utterly bewildering.
The casino had no name, only a tattered cloth serving as a door curtain, and the entire room was extremely rudimentary. Dennis went to the counter and exchanged a 100-year sentence for a chip, but he didn't rush to gamble. Instead, he wandered between the gambling tables.
Since this world had a casino, there must be people operating in the grey areas, perhaps even information dealers. Currently in the dark about many things, this seemed like the place to start looking.
"Brother, I've noticed you haven't placed a bet for a while. Do you find the things here uninteresting?"
A man's voice sounded behind Dennis.
Dennis turned to look. The man was about forty years old, with a dark complexion, and his smile always seemed somewhat sinister.
"Oh, just looking around."
"You're looking for someone, right?"
"How do you know?"
"Since you walked in, I've been watching you. You've been staring at the gamblers but never at the tables.
You didn't wear a helmet before entering, which suggests you might be a high-ranking citizen. But you've been talking to me here for a while, and no police robots have come to add to my sentence, which means I was wrong. This is a clear contradiction.
Your trouser legs are covered in
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