"I'm telling you, I wasn't really unable to catch up," he declared. "I bet I could definitely catch you."

The woman was thoroughly panicked by his ability to leap dozens of meters in a bound, landing not far behind her. Damn! What was that move? Could he even do that? Startled, she staggered and almost fell, which seemed more like he was toying with her.

Soon after, the woman finally stopped at an abandoned factory ahead, and Feng Yi appeared there as well.

"Baby, had enough fun?"

"Mhm," the woman replied with a smug smile and a flick of her fingers, snapping them. Suddenly, a dozen thugs armed with clubs strangely emerged from around the factory.

Feng Yi sighed heavily, as he had indeed outsmarted himself. He wanted to be robbed by the men in black, not this bunch of ruffians.

However, in the next instant, these dozen or so men, along with Feng Yi himself, were suddenly surrounded by a group of black-clad figures who appeared out of nowhere. Although they were not numerically superior, they all maintained a position as if holding something to their chests, and it wasn't hard to imagine they would pull out guns at any moment.

Compared to the real criminal underworld, a bunch of hooligans was clearly no match.

From one side of the decrepit factory, another beautiful woman slowly emerged. It was Sara, the owner of the Gallia Club. Dressed both luxuriously and seductively, she said to the previous thief, "Take your money and leave with your people."

"My lovely little cat, to think you can just take my money and leave without giving anything back," Feng Yi interjected.

The woman who had stolen the money shrugged helplessly, glancing in Feng Yi's direction, "Quick-footed fool, better think about your own situation. Good luck then."

Feng Yi raised his hand to grab her, but as the men in black drew their guns, his motion abruptly halted.

Heh, this is truly the Saudi style of hospitality. Strangely enough, no one seemed to see any fear in Feng Yi; instead, another voice rang out: "I only wanted to enjoy a drink and the company of beautiful women. The manner in which you all greet me is indeed flattering."

Everyone was stunned by Feng Yi's words...

"And what exactly do you wish to express?" asked Sara, who had been silently observing Feng Yi for a moment. Her voice was melodious and enticing.

"There's an old saying: 'The mountain doesn't turn, but the water does; we shall meet again.' I appreciate your frank passion. How about we all switch up the game? Of course, you can also consider this my way of personal interaction," he suggested.

Sara seemed quite intrigued, asking, "What kind of interaction do you propose?"

Feng Yi's hands, now mysteriously holding a deck of cards, said, "It's simple; we can play a little game with these."

Swipe, swipe, swipe... the cards danced swiftly between his fingers, scattering in the air and forming a graceful arc before magically falling back into his hand. "How about it?" he proposed.

From his skilled maneuvers alone, it was clear that this man was no beginner. Sara, not new to such tricks and scams, knew all too well the abilities of the man facing her. His deep gaze, unfathomable smile, and the cigarette perched in his lips all said he was not to be taken lightly, a thought that made her instinctively wary of this charlatan.

Sara chuckled, "It's an interesting game, I must admit you've piqued my curiosity, but what bargaining chips do you think you have?"

"The cards are my chips; their power might not be less than that of weapons," he retorted.

As Feng Yi finished speaking, the men in black started pulling out their guns, while the cards pinched between his fingers also shimmered threateningly as if reflecting the menace of the displayed firearms, chilling the relaxed atmosphere to a deadly seriousness.

Sara's eyebrows slightly furrowed, deducing from his attire and behavior that this man was likely no good soul.

"But you are just one person and can only use one card at a time, whereas we have ten guns in our hands," she pointed out.

In a confident smile, Feng Yi responded, "Quantity isn't an issue as long as the main target is identified. I've always been one to treat ladies with gentleness, and besides..."

He instantly responded with actions, seemingly wanting to imply that he wasn't limited to controlling just one card at a time, swipe, swipe, swipe... As he spoke, he unexpectedly launched the first attack, and the guns in the hands of the men in black were swiftly knocked away by the cards. When they turned back to look, Feng Yi already had two revolvers in his hand, pointing at everyone.

From this maneuver alone, anyone could tell he was an expert, leaving Sara speechless...

Feng Yi simply wanted to prove his strong stance. He was no ordinary person; on the contrary, he wanted to show everyone that he was actually very dangerous.

"Can we now talk about our equivalent stakes?"

The revolvers in Feng Yi's fingers twirled madly and instantly dropped to his waist, completely disregarding the threats beside him. This cool move instantly blinded Titanium Alloy on one side.

Even Sara's view of Feng Yi had a rare trace of peculiarity. "Just speak directly, I fear none of us here can match up to you."

"I think you've misunderstood something."

Misunderstood? Sara and the others simultaneously froze in place.

"You want money, I've got as much as you need, but what I want are the victories in gambling, that sensation, it's just..." During his speech, Rafael closed his eyes in utter enjoyment.

Hearing the word "victory," everyone hesitated again. Completely baffled, Sara countered, "What victory do you want?"

"Gambling victories, you know, the moment I entered the Gallia clubhouse, I had already noticed you guys were trailing me."

The crowd was collectively petrified... Indeed, with his unfathomable nature, how could he not have noticed someone following him?

Rafael enjoyed the incredible looks of disbelief focused on him. Guessing everyone's confusion, he said, "Do you know why I didn't run away after realizing I was being followed? Because I was gambling with you all, betting whether you would really come after me. This round, I won."

What kind of bet was that? But when the previous thief asked Rafael if he had anticipated his presence, his answer was even more absurd: he hadn't anticipated it, but wasn't that the unexpected twist that happens during betting? A little drama added to the fun, making it more thrilling.

Thinking it over, it really was like that. Rafael had come close to catching the thief several times before but always maintained a not too close distance. He wasn't unable to catch up; he was simply toying.

This person was merely playing a game, betting whether people would chase him. Was he insane? Sara's frown deepened as she asked, "What is your purpose?"

She was now considering whether this madman might do something outrageous.

Rafael's answer was quite calm, "To gamble, as I said, I'm just betting against myself, repeatedly trying out a thrilling reward game to see if you would track me. Don't you find such a gamble of guessing people's limits intriguing?"

Sara was absolutely shocked! Undeniably, she had also been considering whether to secretly follow this person until he rewarded the tenth coin, only then did she firmly decide, and this man had rewarded twelve coins, almost exactly paralleling her expectations. Was this man the Devil?

Sara's voice grew colder, her uneasy premonition looming, "What if you win the gamble, and what if you lose?"

Rafael smiled quietly, a chilling curve passing over his lips, "If I lose, just consider that money spent on a drink."

"And if you win..."

"Hey, hey... don't be so nervous, it's just a gamble. Since I won this round, I am a gentleman who adheres to the rules."

"Win, what exactly happens if you win?"

"Return everything to me with interest, not more, not less, exactly 24 Boffy Coins."

My God! He indeed seemed like a madman, a compulsive individual satisfying his personal desire for thrill, a lunatic who stops at nothing just for the challenge!

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