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Chapter 715 The Fiery Aunt Lisa

The Lazy Pygmy stood tall, a five–story building with an internal hollow circular structure. The lower floors, the first and second, were mostly occupied by various vendors who came and went, their presence unpredictable.

From the third floor and above, the shops became more upscale, with fixed owners.

One day, a rumor spread like wildfire; involving a young child and a stall owner betting a billion. The news quickly circulated throughout the entire market, attracting a crowd of curious onlookers.

Heads leaned out from the second floor and above, eager to catch a glimpse of the spectacle below.

Richie whispered a few words to Valentine, and after a nod of agreement, he called for a skilled stone cutter to come over.

“Cut! Cut!” The gamblers‘ eyes reddened with excitement, their anticipation soaring.

The stall owner presented a stone, and the stone cutter swiftly and decisively made the cuts, revealing the stone’s contents.

As expected, there was nothing, not even a trace of valuable jade.

“Ah, bad luck!” someone exclaimed.

“This is just the first piece, why rush? There are dozens of stones, big and small, on this stall!” another person remarked.

The stall owner said, “Exactly… Cut this one!”

He was desperate to uncover a valuable stone and claim the billion for himself.

Unbeknownst to many, the stall owner himself was a gambling enthusiast. In the world of gambling, some rose from rags to riches overnight, while others lost everything, even their lives, due to the thrill of gambling. His own experiences had led him down a path of ruin, losing his multimillion–dollar fortune, his family deserting him, and his mother passing away from the shock.

Now, with his back against the wall, he had maxed out all his cards and borrowed from loan sharks to acquire a batch of stones. He had even spent money to fake their appearance, hoping to recoup his losses.

Before coming here, he had firmly resolved not to gamble ever again.

But gamblers were like that, once they got involved, it was hard to quit. Now, the stall owner’s eyes were growing increasingly frenzied, convinced that he would surely win.

In the blink of an eye, the stone cutter had already cut four or five stones!

Without exception, all of them were worthless.

The spectators‘ blood pressure surged as they eagerly anticipated each stone, hoping for a spark of excitement. To witness the cutting of twenty or thirty stones was an exhilarating experience.

“Next!” the stall owner gritted his teeth. He couldn’t believe his luck was so bad. The odds of winning with a single stone were slim, but with twenty or thirty stones, he couldn’t believe that none of them would yield anything.

Sizzle… Whir…

cutting table, different. opinions

every time, disappointed sighs followed, quickly replaced by

the ones the stall owner had artificially created. As expected, they were all fakes, devoid of any value. The crowd

owner’s eyes brimmed with hope, extremely excited. He blew on the stone. and muttered under

inconspicuous one often holds the hope of a

something,

will never come to

and composed throughout, observing the crowd before her, each person growing more frantic

the immense and elusive desires right in front of them, pursuing them relentlessly like moths

It was truly terrifying.

to Lilly, “Lilly, did you release

her head, “No,

the greedy ghost and hadn’t gained control

were to release it now, with so many people around, one greedy ghost wouldn’t be enough to control

piece of raw

Still, there was nothing.

washed over the crowd, and they let out collective

pale, and his legs gave

is this possible… How?”

if he had manipulated and faked about half

could there be nothing

asked, “Do you have anything else

of winning a billion. But after witnessing the

Lilly

said, “You lost! Pay up,

their surprise, the stall owner chuckled, his eyes filled

could he possibly have a billion?

hollow promise, never intending to pay up if he

or two billion, he

in anger,

spreading his hands. “Well, what can you do to me? Just beat me up?

foot in here again, right? What can

stall owner had completely given

should be blamed, it’s you idiots. I only did some small business to make ends meet, You provoked me with the promise of a billion, and now I’ve cut open all these

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