NOVEL NEXT Chapter 76: Chapter 69
Akira was furious. If not for the old man's advanced age, he might have already taught him a lesson. Fifty million? The amount was laughable, as though the old man thought he was a walking cash machine.
After storming out of the "Heroes' Forge" shop, Akira gradually calmed down. As he reflected on the old man's words and how effortlessly he handled the metal spear, a thought struck him: *Could this old man be a hidden expert?*
The price of fifty million still seemed absurd, but Akira couldn't shake the intrigue. If the metal spear was just a casual piece of the old man's work, what could equipment worth fifty million possibly do? The thought sent a shiver of excitement down his spine. Fifty million might seem astronomical to others, but for Akira, it was attainable—if he was willing to take risks.
"Takagi, oh Takagi," Akira muttered as his lips curled into a sly smile. "If you've been unkind, don't blame me for being ruthless." With that, he set off for the underground casino. Tonight, he planned to make a fortune.
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The underground casino was bustling as always. Akira, clad in a black cloak and a Superman mask, walked confidently to the gaming floor on the third underground level. He had no intention of hiding his presence. If anyone dared to intercept him on his way out, they would face his wrath.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft *ding*, revealing Akira's figure. In the casino's surveillance room, Manager Takagi, who had been entertaining himself with a woman, stiffened as his eyes locked onto the monitor.
"That's him... the Legend of the Night," he murmured, a mix of surprise and dread in his voice. He waved the woman away. She left reluctantly, sensing that Takagi's focus was elsewhere.
Takagi stared at the screen, watching Akira make his way to a high-stakes table. He clenched his fists. "If I, Takagi, let you win big money and leave here untouched, I'm no manager!" He slammed a fist onto the table and quickly made a phone call.
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At the table, Akira exchanged his money for chips and joined the game. His confidence was palpable, but the other players didn't recognize him. His first round brought him a winning hand—4.5.6 in a tractor game. Betting half a million, Akira walked away with a four-million-yen win.
As the rounds progressed, Akira's strategy became clear: fold on weak hands and bet heavily on strong ones. His meticulous approach earned him steady winnings—five million in one round, eight million in another, and finally a massive ten-million-yen haul.
In just ten rounds, Akira had won 42.5 million yen. His competitors exchanged uneasy glances. This masked newcomer was no amateur. Was he a rising card king?
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Meanwhile, in the surveillance room, Takagi stood with Hamaguchi, a towering enforcer.
"Hamaguchi, that man has already won over seventy million yen," Takagi began, his voice laced with irritation. "What's worse, Muto and Matsuzaki have betrayed me and seem to be siding with him. He's just a rogue without a hero license, yet he's causing all this trouble."
Hamaguchi's eyes narrowed as he studied Akira on the screen. "Legend of the Night, huh? I've heard of him. A vigilante of sorts, loved by the people but operating outside the law."
Takagi smirked. "Whatever secrets he's hiding, they're yours if you can kill him. No one wins this much without some sort of trick."
Hamaguchi sneered, cracking his knuckles. "Interesting. Let's see if the Legend of the Night lives up to his name."