Jiang Tang thought, as expected of the Ancient City, men and women, young and old, all know how to play, and they really play wild.

Once people have money, no matter their age or gender, they all look for entertainment in their free time. But that "entertainment" — is it mahjong or cards?

Or something else?

Jiang Tang knew that it was pretty much the same everywhere in the country, just that some places were stricter, so people played in secret and no one would come check.

Places like this, open and aboveboard entertainment venues, were everywhere in the city.

They weren’t just pulling in business, they were perfectly legal. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

So far, the only thing about Jiang Tang that drew attention was his looks, so he couldn’t be bothered.

He hadn’t been betting big or winning too much, so those in management hadn’t noticed him.

The people behind him, even though they didn’t bother him directly, kept talking nonstop.

Whispering under their breath.

But there were rules here; once the game started, the people around you weren’t allowed to tell you what your cards were.

While he was playing, those people wanted to know who he was, wanted to hit on this piece of fresh meat, but still didn’t interrupt him.

Eryao loved to play too, and although he wasn’t as good-looking as Jiang Tang, on site, among so many men, he was still a very eye‑catching young guy.

From his face, others thought he wasn’t even of age yet, but when he came, he’d already flashed his ID: nineteen.

Jiang Tang also looked like a fresh‑meat boy around twenty, with looks that even celebrities couldn’t compare to.

Someone checked and confirmed there was no celebrity with his face.

More handsome than a star — a guy like this, if he entered showbiz, he’d absolutely blow up.

Go online and he’d be an instant influencer.

Those rich women, those daughters, had already set their sights on Jiang Tang and Eryao.

It was just that with the rules here, while they were playing, there was no chance yet to get to know them.

Some people had already started plotting, ready to use all kinds of methods to keep them as sugar babies.

Jiang Tang could feel a kind of malice behind him; he knew it was coming from those women.

Even though he wasn’t a big star or a top influencer, he’d been on a variety show on some platform, and his account had already become internet‑famous.

He hadn’t been online for a few months, but ever since that clip of him drifting his car, moving at flying speed...

He hadn’t appeared on the internet for several months and hadn’t posted any new videos or content.

His fans were still following him though. Today he showed up on the campus network again; someone had uploaded his photos and videos to a certain account.

Then on a certain platform, Jiang Tang’s photos and videos were there again.

The title was, "Campus School Hunk?"

"Which big star is this?"

Some netizens who’d already seen his photos and videos rushed to comment below: this is the Car God, duh.

The Car God they worship.

Eryao wasn’t betting very big, and the people playing with him were just guessing big or small at first.

Later, when those people realized that no matter what result the staff rolled, Eryao guessed right every single time...

So after Eryao kept winning, even though he didn’t bet much each time, winning so many rounds made his chips double.

From one million in chips, he’d now turned it into two million.

People here weren’t just playing for fun; they wanted to make money too.

Not everyone there was loaded; they just couldn’t keep their hands in check.

Seeing how strong Eryao was, with that kind of insane luck, lots of people started following his bets.

The staffer was completely numb. What kind of person is this?

Could this guy be a Gambling God?

No matter what he rolled out...

The other side guessed it dead on, and with that many people following his lead, how the hell were they supposed to keep this table running?

For people like them, they only wanted to win big; if they messed up at work, they’d not only get their pay docked, they might even end up in debt.

They’d lose this job too.

The staffer, who had been smug at first, was now drenched in sweat.

Even though it wasn’t hot this season, he was still sweating buckets.

Sometimes, right after the other guy won again, his heart would tremble, and his hands would go numb and shake.

He had no choice; at this point he had to use some special tricks.

So, when he was about to reveal the dice, he’d give his hand a little shake, stomp his foot to jolt the table, trying to make the dice inside change.

This guy had probably done that countless times; others stared at him and still couldn’t spot anything wrong.

People who hung out here often all knew there was some dirty play going on, they just couldn’t catch it.

Eryao had been feeling the malice in this guy’s gaze flash by over and over.

When his Divine Sense noticed the other man making a move, whenever he used his little tricks, Eryao would use his Divine Sense to make sure those rigging techniques failed.

A small number had already been swapped out, and Eryao swapped it back to the "big" he’d bet on.

When the staffer lifted his hand, all the people who’d bet on "big" cheered again.

The staffer’s eyes were wide with shock; he couldn’t believe that he, who had never missed before, was like someone under a curse today.

How could he not even manage to cheat successfully?

How could this be?

Cold sweat kept pouring from him. No, no, the psychological pressure was too much; he couldn’t do this anymore, he was done.

With so many people winning one round after another, just in a few turns they’d already lost several million.

The pressure on him was huge, so he called the manager to have someone replace him.

The manager had already spotted something happening here on the monitors, so he sent another staffer over to take over.

And this staffer used the excuse of going to the restroom to leave.

But the people who had just won big weren’t about to let this staffer off so easily.

Normally they had wins and losses, but they lost more than they won.

Now that they finally had such good luck, following someone and winning, how could they let this staffer walk away?

They stopped the staffer from leaving.

Nobody was stupid. They win a few rounds and then the house suddenly swaps out the dealer?

If they started losing after that, then what?

Wouldn’t that just mean they’d been played?

Even though they came here believing in luck and their own skills...

This time, after Eryao shattered the staffer’s confidence, they weren’t dumb; they’d already figured it out.

So it wasn’t about luck, and it wasn’t about skill being higher — this young guy was probably a Capable Being trained by some master.

Even just casually playing, he could wreck the table.

The blocked staffer was sweating even more; these people were about to riot. Usually this whole place was their turf, and these customers wouldn’t dare treat staff like that.

The place was crawling with bodyguards. These people had won too much today and gone crazy; they had to win more.

At this point the manager arrived with another staffer.

With just a few words he soothed the guests, saying that their staff worked in shifts, and this staffer who said he was going to the restroom was actually getting off work.

After all, it was already evening. To show that the staff could rotate shifts, maybe they were going to dinner.

This place was the Sleepless City both day and night; of course they needed a lot of staff.

People aren’t made of steel, they’re not robots — even robots need to recharge, right?

The manager also took the chance to replace the staffers at a few tables where too many people were winning.

Eryao didn’t care who they switched in.

He trusted his own abilities. Whatever tricks they tried to pull...

He wasn’t afraid. Worst case, he’d just clean them out.

Right now he was still playing fair and square; if they pissed him off, he could always quietly drain their money later.

Jiang Tang also noticed that there was something different about Eryao over there, but didn’t interfere.

They swapped out staff at his table too.

Because they were changing staff here, their game paused for a moment.

So the rich women and daughters behind him started chirping forward, wanting to get to know him.

They introduced themselves as some company’s CEO, some company’s investor.

Some company’s daughter.

Jiang Tang had no idea who was who.

The young ladies were one thing, but what was up with these middle‑aged women?

Where did they get that kind of face?

If they wanted to play, wanted to keep a boy, they should first check whether they had the ability.

Jiang Tang just gave them a brief sidelong glance, arrogantly stayed silent, as if those buzzing noises behind him were just annoying mosquitoes.