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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…

reached its peak. With each stone placed on the cutting table, different. opinions emerged. Some believed the stone had good potential based on its

sighs followed, quickly replaced by excitement for the

been cut, including the ones the stall owner had artificially created. As expected, they were all fakes, devoid of any

stone left!” The stall owner’s eyes brimmed with hope, extremely excited. He blew on the stone. and

hope of a turnaround! May Jesus and the Virgin Mary

have something,

will

observing the crowd before her, each

in by the immense and elusive desires right in front of them, pursuing

It was truly terrifying.

Lilly, “Lilly, did you

head,

ghost and

it now, with so many people around, one greedy

of raw stone was

Still, there was nothing.

they let

his legs gave way as

is this possible… How?” He

stones. Even if he had manipulated and faked about half of them, there were

there be

have

excited at the prospect of winning a

gamblers, Lilly

said, “You lost! Pay

owner chuckled, his eyes filled with resentment and deceit.

he possibly have a billion?

never intending to pay up if he

it was one billion or two billion, he would confidently make

anger, “You…

“Well, what can you do to me? Just beat me

I can simply never set foot in here again, right? What can you do

stall owner had completely

ends meet, You provoked me with the promise of a billion, and now I’ve cut open all these stones. You should be the

weren’t for you, could I have ended up like this?” The stall owner