Zheng Qingyun looked at his fingertips, stained with his own blood after touching his neck.
He licked it off his tongue, seemingly trying to rekindle his beastly instincts and good luck in this way.
"If it were someone else... perhaps you would have really scared them.
"They might even surrender and beg for mercy?
"After all, putting on a desperate stance in a Judgment game does seem a bit intimidating.
"But I'm definitely not that kind of person.
"No matter how disadvantageous the situation at the gambling table, no matter how many cards the opponent seems to hold, I always believe there's a way to turn the tables, and I always believe that luck will eventually side with me.
"No matter what happens, I will never lose to trash like you on the gambling table.
"... The game is still long, let's take our time playing."
Round 20 of the game began, and this time it was Zheng Qingyun's turn to be the first player.
After a moment of thought, he pointed to the player on his right.
