The black horse Persephone clenched the wheelchair's rims with her slender fingers, staring anxiously at the brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer who was approaching.

Click, click, click.

The footsteps got closer and closer, and finally the brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer stopped in front of the Siamese cat.

The gamblers who saw this scene couldn't help but hold their breath, fearing that they would attract the attention of the brown bear.

However, Jeffrey Dahmer's fans had excitement in their eyes. They were eager to see their idol tear the Siamese cat to pieces, but they were afraid of the strong men wearing blank masks around them, so they dared not make a fuss and could only pray in secret.

At this moment, there was no sound in the duel room, and even the air seemed to be frozen.

But the silence was soon broken. Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer looked the Siamese cat up and down and said, "Boy, you just pissed me off."

"What do you want?" Bourbon glanced at Shen, who was like an old monk in meditation, and wondered what the gray-haired host would do if the brown bear started fighting. Would he stop it? There were no burly men wearing blank masks in this room. Bourbon clenched his fingers into a fist, alert to the brown bear's every move.

"Lose to me, or else..." Brown Bear Jeffrey Dahmer clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, and deliberately stretched his arms to both sides to show off his strong muscles, "Haha..."

Unfortunately, Bourbon had expected Brown Bear's actions. Facing Brown Bear's provocation, Bourbon spread his hands and said calmly, "Sorry, I don't have a single card on me."

The host Shi Shen raised his eyelids to take a look at the dark-skinned, light-haired Siamese cat, then quickly retracted his gaze, stood in front of the table with his head lowered and his hands hanging, seemingly indifferent to the disputes between the participants.

This made Bourbon begin to doubt the authenticity of the rule that did not allow the use of force.

Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer swung his fist and smashed it hard on the wall next to the Siamese cat's ear. The fist and the wall made a loud and dull sound.

Persephone, a black horse sitting in a wheelchair nearby, covered her mouth in fear, trying not to make any sound. She turned her head to look at the cracks on the wall, trembling all over, looking extremely scared.

Bourbon still looked calm, took out all his pockets, and faced the brown bear's scrutiny, and said the same thing, "I don't have a single card on me."

In order to avoid being dragged into the duel, I have given all the cards to Hiro. After all, every card is important, and we must ensure that both Miss Rabbits are among the winners.

Bourbon stared at the brown bear without showing any weakness. His gaze was steady but sharp, like an undercurrent surging beneath the calm sea. It seemed calm but actually contained endless deterrence.

Miss Cobra, standing in the corner of the room, looked at the Siamese cat silently, her eyes were dim, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer carefully looked at the boy wearing a Siamese cat mask in front of him and believed what he said a little, but this did not mean that the previous matter was resolved. "Since there is no card..."

"I have it!" Persephone, the dark horse on the side, suddenly said, "I don't have number 1, but I have number 2, and I'm willing to give it away."

The Siamese cat and the brown bear turned their heads at the same time to look at the woman in the wheelchair. She held up three number 2s in her hand.

Bourbon frowned slightly. What was this woman trying to do? It seemed that he had to think long and hard before testing whether he could use force. Bourbon glanced at Shi Shen standing in front of the wooden table, then looked at his former gaming partner, the dark horse Persephone.

All the things that happened before flashed through Bourbon's mind. What exactly was this woman going to do? What was her purpose?

"You can take his place if you want." Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer turned and stood beside the wooden table.

The black horse Persephone closed her eyes slightly, took a deep breath, turned to look at the Siamese cat, and gave a bitter smile, "Mr. Siamese Cat, please help me push it to the other side of the table, my hands are too weak."

Bourbon saw the black horse Persephone's fingers tremble slightly, and walked straight behind her and pushed the wheelchair to the other side of the wooden table.

The host standing in front of the table, Shi Shen, seemed to have been resurrected. He calmly said, "Mr. Brown Bear, Ms. Black Horse, are you ready?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Brown Bear Jeffrey Dahmer threw a card face up on the table and raised his chin towards the dark horse Persephone. "Play 2."

Persephone slowly placed a card on the table...

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Next chapter preview: What secrets does Persephone, who claims to be from Achaea, hide? Will she do what Brown Bear asks? Has the three bottles of whiskey figured out a sure-fire way to win for the two Miss Rabbits?