But 24 Boffy Coins weren't really a lot, especially for someone like Sara. Hearing Rafael's response, Sara felt relieved. She didn't want to offend such a madman without good reason. She said, "I can give them to you, but I have one question."

Rafael gestured for her to continue.

"Why do you gamble in such a way?"

"Well, normal games no longer satisfy me. But then again, there's really no one worthy to dance with me on the same stage," he said.

This…this crazy freak! Sara suddenly realized how dangerous this person was but also noted a significant weakness: his arrogant self-perception as invincible. This might also be an opportunity for her if she could lure him into the Dante Castle club…

She thought better of it; more trouble than it was worth. Moreover, she wasn't sure of this desperado's financial worth, whether he had money or not. Although she considered herself adept at navigating both the lawful and the unlawful, she was extremely wary of such an unpredictable man.

Under Feng Yi's watchful eye, which carried a hint of a smile, Sara quickly agreed to give him the money on the spot.

Feng Yi's heart skipped a beat. He was dissatisfied with Sara's response, as there was a gap between his plan and reality. Looking at the wallet that the thief had handed over earlier, he had a spontaneous idea and said, "You're getting a bargain. Take the money."

"What, all this money for me?" The thief pointed incredulously at his own nose, then hefted the heavy money bag.

"Lucky bastard, just don't let me run into you again," Feng Yi said noncommittally, shrugging. He was putting on a show for Sara.

Indeed, Sara hadn't expected him to say that. Yes, he might have understood her mind but not anticipated the mishap halfway through, and he simply attributed the mishap to itself—that is, this man was completely mad! But one thing intensified Sara's judgment of him: he was very strict with his own rules.

That bag of money looked quite substantial, yet this madman didn't even blink, proving he didn't care about the so-called money at all.

With a somewhat uneasy thought, Sara secretly formed another plan. The hint of an undetectable smile on her lips didn't escape Feng Yi's notice.

The group turned to leave the abandoned factory, and within half an hour, Feng Yi successfully retrieved his principal and interest.

"Mr. Rafael, this belongs to you."

"Thanks."

Feng Yi took the coins, not even bothering to look at them, and turned to leave.

A flash of cold light passed through Sara's eyes. She had already set up an ambush around the area. If Rafael didn't play the cards as she expected, people would come and go without return. He could only blame his own overconfidence for daring her to raise money. In those five minutes, Sara could even mobilize hundreds of armed personnel.

Feng Yi was also anxious inside; was she really just going to let him walk away? His steps paused momentarily at the door, and without turning back, he stretched out his hand in a farewell gesture.

Just as he was pushing the door open, a voice suddenly said, "Mr. Rafael, please wait."

"What, changed your mind?"

"Not at all, I have a great place to recommend to you."

"Not interested," Rafael wanted nothing to do with her.

"What if I tell you it's the kind of show you like most?"

"Are you talking about gambling?"

Seeing Rafael finally pause, Sara believed her words had successfully piqued his deep interest. She said, "The underground casino at Dante Castle is perfect for someone as distinguished as you, definitely a challenge worth taking."

"I've heard of it. Tell me what attracts me to Dante Castle."

"It's more than just attractive; there are death games, extreme challenges, and everything you've seen and haven't seen. They say even the God of Gamblers, Phoenix, often visits."

"Tell me where it is," Feng Yi suddenly turned back and demanded.

"Mr. Don't rush; you can't get into Dante Castle without a referral invitation. The place has quite high requirements for net worth."

"Hmph, money is not the issue; the problem is the opponent," Feng Yi looked disdainful, "How do I get in?"

"You can come find me tomorrow at X hour, I will be your referrer." At this moment, Sara spoke more respectfully.

"It's a deal then, I'll come find you tomorrow," he said and, with the same calm tone, a business card was flung and nailed into the wall. His steady voice belied the excitement brimming in his eyes.

Feng Yi turned and left, and no one dared to stop him.

Watching the surveillance footage of Rafael disappearing, Sara coldly ordered her subordinates to investigate his identity.

After a long while, a profile about Rafael quickly appeared…

Rafael from Saudi, a complete scoundrel, age unknown, hobbies include rapid shooting and billiards, but his greatest passion is undeniably gambling. He frequents second-tier venues on the strength of some reputation, and these details were publicly known. As for where his money came from and other specific details, they were not elaborated.

On his way back, Feng Yi kept sneezing—was someone cursing him behind his back?

Hey, it turns out they were, and not just one person. Far off in the Saudi Military Department, a super soldier had cursed the Revenge Shadow Rider countless times. If it hadn't been for her causing Mary's injury, the Haier Brothers might not have been able to kill Mary so quickly.

As for her death, Kexiao was quite philosophical about it; sometimes, the life and death of a person isn't necessarily a bad thing. At least Mary's death made Xia Mu understand some things and made Black Peak realize it was time to seriously consider the position of the super soldiers.

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