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... ffed the money into his robe, and turned to leave. As he walked, he muttered under his breath, "Well, since he's going to die anyway, no point in holding onto money... Might as well gamble it all. Poor kid..."
"Hey! Wait a minute!"
"Hm? What now?"
Takaoka Ichio turned back, looking at Haruto.
"Is there no receipt or proof? If I win, how am I supposed to claim my winnings?" Haruto asked.
"There's no need for a receipt. As long as I've taken your bet, if you ...
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