CHAPTER 633: A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM (4) (5K)

"Significance calls clarity and blessing."

Liszt was wondering if that girl had already gone to Aran for studies.

"Now’s not the time to show off your bird language, alright? You need to cozy up to a rich woman immediately and give me money to use. Otherwise... runaway folks get a thousand wolf tooth clubs."

Mika, driven by jealousy, turned a million horses.

"Honestly, it should be needles, right? One wolf tooth club would be lethal; even a big stomach can’t handle it."

Liszt didn’t care about these idiots; he’s in luck now and wanted to ride the wave, using a doubling strategy to hit one hundred and sixty Golden Dragons tonight in one go.

"Poison Liquid, Devourer, Yi Lu together. If you’re gonna devour, devour this!"

Rein shouted out, shaking his hands wildly.

Liszt was shaken by Rein’s words, as if standing on the Prague dusk square, he’d rather swallow a thousand chainsaws than swallow this! Dammit!

"What happened? I’m handling serious business here, need to fill a gap of one hundred and sixty Golden Dragons."

Liszt saw that Baccarat was heating up over there and joined in to play.

A group of four people hurriedly chased after the God of Wealth.

Fen explained the situation to him: "It’s because of yesterday’s incident with that woman at the castle. Today she reached out to Rein, inquiring about all your affairs, and asked you to visit Boss’s Star Sea No.1 Music Hall at 1 PM tomorrow, in the VIP room on the 16th floor."

Liszt was stunned for a moment.

Yesterday’s power was fully unleashed; its fierceness could violate heavenly rules, even the immortal gods couldn’t stand it, yet this woman stood up to it stubbornly; she’s terrifyingly formidable.

Though the result was unexpected yet reasonable, enduring for so long was already very strong.

"Turns out it’s this groom; I’m not going."

Liszt shook his head. Women only slow down his betting speed. He bet five Golden Dragons to the flamboyantly dressed lady dealer and said, "Bet on leisure."

"That’s gutsy."

The lady dealer swept Liszt’s chips with the paddle, winked electrically at him with one eye.

"My move!"

Rein felt shocked, "Really, you’re not transforming into a simp immediately upon seeing a beauty!"

"What’s in there, what’s in there!"

Mika assisted by smashing a wall with his face, swinging the ghost sword violently at Liszt. "Why you gotta show off like that!"

"Wait a second! I’m going!" Liszt quickly dodged. "No, that’s a mad woman, do you even know what ’yandere’ means? She’s like a landmine woman; looks fine, but if you’re really caught by her, cross her a bit, and that thing will be cut into thirty thousand segments."

Liszt dared not provoke her; he’s the supreme fighter of America, feeding on foreign mares in the lower world, with his own person-recognition methodology. He Transmutes Freedom Method to its utmost, transforming to perfection, Supercomputer Space to transform for ages, none of them work instantly. If yesterday could be endured, one’s mental fortitude is beyond common imagination, no doubt she’s the scariest person Liszt has ever encountered, definitely a mad woman who kills without blinking.

"The invitation isn’t for a date; it’s mature and adult-like, already hinted well enough, missed by 1 PM tomorrow, consequences follow. If you go, it’s mutual affection; ignore it, and she’ll leave directly. She’s not hanging around waiting for you, the chance is once."

Rein earnestly advised.

"All the more I won’t go, damn. Isn’t this better? I’ve met many women like this in society; unclear backgrounds, meeting in confusion, honestly, barely lasts one or two months, and once impatient, they vanish without a word,"

Liszt ignored it, just wanting to gather one hundred and sixty Golden Dragons quickly, buy a ship and do big things with the name he already thought up: a terrifying revenge!

Player’s highlight, Banker’s reveal.

Liszt flew back two meters, losing five Golden Dragons jokingly, equating to one thousand silver coins, fifty thousand copper coins.

Can it really be done? One hundred and sixty Golden Dragons.

Liszt was somewhat keen and prepared to go again; at this point, rationality would step forward to duel, but normally rationality only brings pale reasoning, unable to match the surging bloodlust, but this time it’s different; Liszt found a blind spot.

"Hold on, you mentioned the VIP room at the Star Sea No.1 Music Hall?"

Liszt asked Fen. If he remembered correctly, that’s East Sea Brother One’s venue for receiving foreign guests, of course not open to idle people; wealthy patrons can enter and spend though the price is a bit steep, considered Heaven Palace standard.

Fen nodded.

"A super rich lady."

Rein saw Liszt was somewhat swayed.

"Pressure Marsine."

Liszt lit a cigarette and calmly said.

"Changing face this fast!"

Shadi couldn’t hold it, fearing hanging on with this bunch would cost him all integrity, transforming him into this kind of fool.

Fen breathed out a long sigh of relief, even though he had magic props to sell, those were too precious right now; before the storm passed, bringing them back from the black market to the continent was to let them trace people, the Elder Council would directly locate him, two hundred Golden Dragons were his sellable limit for operation funds.

No clock in the casino, Rein casually found a gambler to check the time by lifting his sleeve; "It’s only after eight, still early. No need to wait till tomorrow. Going today is also fine."

Rein knew that woman was extremely fond, oblivious to what spell Liszt cast on her; going today was similarly effective, best to cut the knots fast, can’t let the cooked duck fly away.

"You don’t get it at all." Liszt took a deep puff and said, "If both parties start unequal, prolonged operation will explode. Out with Doran’s Blade can’t tackle Six God Items, don’t wait till fifteen Alter Ego gods practice till dead. Starting with Doran’s Blade, you can lane up to forty minutes. Depends on initial equipment for both sides; the balance can’t tilt; must time it right."