Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
"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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