Yuan Tianbo had a cold sneer on his face. Could it be that Mu Hanyan had decided to just recklessly throw in the towel?
Finally, under the eager gaze of the crowd, the last chest was opened, and to everyone’s surprise, it was completely empty.
"See for yourselves, what Cangxuan Cloud Silk, this is a Silver Coin cabinet specially made for me. Sadly, there wasn’t much money to store in it, hence it’s always been empty. To think someone actually bet a Meteorite Gold Mine against a few empty cabinets, they must have a screw loose," Mu Hanyan said with contempt. As she spoke, she even moved her hands inside the cabinet a few times to prove there was no trickery and that it was indeed empty.
After all, everyone present wasn’t blind; even without her demonstration, it was clear to see. And even if she had used some sort of deception or if there were secret compartments in the chest, it would be impossible to hide the legendary Cangxuan Cloud Silk.
"What, a Silver Coin cabinet, a Silver Coin cabinet..." Yuan Tianbo was completely dumbstruck, his smile frozen on his face, his eyelids spasming wildly.
As the saying goes, you have to accept your losses in gambling. If he had lost a bet for Cangxuan Cloud Silk, he would have accepted it. But to lose a vein of Meteorite Gold for a few worthless, empty silver cabinets was just too much to swallow.
Yuan Tianbo suddenly felt an intense urge to curse. Without a dime to your name, why craft such fine cabinets? Isn’t that just setting a trap for someone?
"Ah, there wasn’t any Silver Coin to put in them, but now there is," said Mu Hanyan, twisting the knife deeper into Yuan Tianbo’s bruised ego. As she spoke, she tossed the silver notes and deeds she had won earlier into one of them.
"Pfft!" Yuan Tianbo, who had been holding back his frustration, finally erupted in a spray of blood.
Word of this would make him a laughingstock, not just to outsiders but also to his own Yuan Family, who would see him as the world’s biggest fool! His life was utterly ruined.
"Eh, didn’t you say you had no regrets? Why the blood? Oh right, I have some Elixirs here, they’re good for whatever ails you. Care to bet with me again?" Mu Hanyan pulled out a few Elixirs and, with a look of ’concern’, continued to twist the knife.
"Pfft... pfft... pfft..." And so, Yuan the playboy’s blood spurted even more violently, like a fountain.
"Someone help, quick!" Yao Guangcheng, fearing that Yuan Tianbo would bleed to death on the spot, urgently signalled the guards to rescue him.
"Get out, out! You harbinger of doom, just get out!" Yuan Tianbo now despised Yao Guangcheng. If it weren’t for Yao’s claims of Cangxuan Cloud Silk in the chest, he wouldn’t have foolishly laid a trap for Mu Hanyan, resulting in this humiliating defeat. Follow current novels on Nove1Fire.net
After kicking Yao Guangcheng several times, Yuan Tianbo, blood gushing from his mouth, staggered away from the mine. The guards, seeing him leave, hastily dispersed like scattering birds and beasts, soon leaving the place completely empty.
Once again, the mine fell silent, and no one could have imagined that such a precious Meteorite Gold Vein would change hands so easily. Reflecting on the events of the last few hours, even the onlooking gamblers found it all as surreal as a dream.
But all dreams must come to an end at some point, and who the mine belonged to truly mattered not to them. They were merely a bunch of pitiable onlookers, and after the show was over, it was time to leave.
At first, they had dreamt of becoming overnight millionaires, squandering their wealth in hopes of striking it rich again to return home in silks and satins. But now, with the mine changing owners and the Stone Tasting Conference likely canceled, their last unrealistic fantasies had been shattered, leaving them uncertain of where to go.
Those Swordsmen, who had lost everything and were forced to work as laborers, wore the same blank expressions.