It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

When he came to his senses, he was already driven by the pain instinct and was kneeling on the ground struggling awkwardly.

“My eyes—my eyes aaaaaaaaaa!”

"Miss from Rain City, what are you doing? Although our Sunrise House is a poor place, we cannot tolerate your insolence. What are you doing here when you're just playing cards? Aren't you bullying us a little too much, huh?"

The bartender immediately stepped out from the noisy crowd and looked at Bai Lin with a dark face. Bai Lin sneered and replied very naturally,

"Playing cards properly? I'm surprised you can say such pretentious words so fluently, Mr. Bartender. Everyone, please stop arguing. I'm not a perverted murderer. I do this for a reason. Please see."

Bai Lin stood directly on the table, revealing the bloody eyeball to everyone. She gently tore off a thin membrane from one end of the eyeball.

"What is this? Do you recognize it? I believe that even if your environment is so poor, there must be someone who has used it before."

"I know, it's a contact lens!"

A tall man in the crowd stood up and replied directly. Bai Lin replied to the confused man,

"Yes, the little thing hidden in the eye is a little helper created by technology. It can not only help us see things clearly, but also has other uses."

As he spoke, Bai Lin brought it closer to his eyes, pointed at the cards on the table, and said,

"That one is the 3 of clubs, the one next to the thin guy is the 7 of diamonds, the one to the left is the 5 of hearts, and..."

As Bai Lin read out the cards on the table, someone quickly stepped forward to confirm. Gamblers are often very active in this kind of question. Soon, everyone found that there was nothing wrong with her statement.

"Yes, all of that. Are you saying there's something wrong with this little piece of glass?"

"It's not glass, but it does have a problem. When I first entered the casino, I saw from the reflection in this guy's pupils that there were markings on the backs of the cards. In other words, he knows the hole cards of everyone at the table. And regular customers who come here know that this guy is a casino owner."

Bai Lin threw his eyeball away and shook the transparent piece in front of the bartender. He looked at the bartender's increasingly dark complexion and sneered,

"Playing Texas Hold'em, being able to see your cards clearly, isn't that a bit unfair? Or am I misunderstanding, is this how you all play?"

Before the bartender could answer, a voice came from the crowd.

"How is that possible! This is cheating, the casino is cheating."

Once there was one, there was another. The noisy voices were like ripples, stirring wildly in the tide called the crowd.

"Yes! The casino actually cheated. I wonder how much money they won from us just by doing this."

"I lost everything last time. It must be this problem."

"Fuck! What the hell is this, rnm, give me my money back!"

Chapter 1084 Unity, Interests, and the Interests of Unity

The noise was about to get louder and louder, and the deafening sound would drown out everything.

"Stop arguing! Do you understand what's going on?"

The bartender was indeed an experienced man. His face flushed red and he was about to shout loudly. However, his angry voice was full of calm determination. He raised his voice and shouted loudly,

"Yes, our casino may have done something wrong, and we will definitely give everyone an explanation. But! We can't let the people of Rain City ride on our shoulders and do whatever they want. If she can dig out this guy's eyeball today, Rain City will flatten our last acre of land tomorrow! This is not just a small matter in the casino, but the oppression of us by Rain City."

These words, coming out of the bartender's mouth, were full of absurdity, but with his tone, they actually seemed quite imposing.

No matter how you looked at it, his claims were nonsense. They'd paid for the money, and Bai Lin's presence at the table was theirs. But with a slight tilt in the conversation, the scales of guilt immediately shifted, poised to deal a brutal blow to Bai Lin's tyrannical tactics. The crowd instantly fell silent, and she seemed to have underestimated the hatred the people of the House of the Rising Sun held for her.

"...That's right! People from Yucheng can't do whatever they want here."

"Yes, yes, this is our territory!"

At first, perhaps it was the casino staff who were embracing and stirring up the crowd, but soon, with incredible speed, the situation shifted in Bai Lin's favor. A massive wave of sound surged in, encircling the fragile Bai Lin and squeezing her living space. The verbal attacks, even more intense than before, drowned out her advantage.

This is the House of the Rising Sun, or perhaps the "solidarity" found in most impoverished regions of the world. If you insist on saying they have a sense of collective honor, perhaps everyone has considered fleeing this hellish place, but ultimately remains. Precisely because they are poor, and they know this, they understand that all they have left is the word "hometown."

The more they acknowledge reality, the more they reveal their deepest feelings for their homeland in the face of overwhelming reality. They aren't united, merely frozen travelers huddled together in pain, seeking warmth. Hometown and each other are the last remaining, most unequivocal bond.

At least by doing so, they can experience the indomitable spirit and sharpness that they once had.

In the crowd, Firas lowered her head and leaned close to Bai Lin's ear. She smiled very wickedly.

"What's wrong, Miss? Don't you know how to deal with it? Actually, don't look at their loud voices. If you can't do it, then I..."

"Stop talking nonsense, and stop calling me Miss. You've teased me a little too often. Be more careful. I don't need you to teach me what to do."

Bai Lin, unfazed, looked the same no matter how the situation on the field changed. She quickly stretched out her hand, and then -

A table suddenly flew up into the sky. It was the gambling table Bai Lin had just sat on. Along with it, not only did the shoddy table fall, but also chips and cash glittered in the air, drawing everyone's attention.

At this moment, everyone was overwhelmed. At this moment, all the shouting stopped completely.

Yes, this was because people were poor and had little ambition, but how strong could this barely-suppressed sense of community be? Perhaps some people could hold onto their own will, but don't forget, this is a gambling house. Gamblers are most excited by winning and the chance to win.

And all of this is related to money. In other words, money is extremely important.

In an instant, all the noise quieted down, and the crowd, jostling for position, gradually turned from bickering to fighting. They frantically scrambled for the falling gold, and were willing to fight to the point of bleeding just to get a little more free money.

Meaningless and fragile unity.

"I'm not here to show off my wealth. To be honest, I don't have much money either. But I'm not that short of money either. I caught the cheater at this table, so all the money he won belongs to me. Is that okay? I'll give all the winnings to you this time, so please help yourself."

Bai Lin didn't need to speak loudly; her words alone were enough to attract everyone's attention. And what she said next was so loud that people couldn't help but stop picking up the money.

"Also, from now on, I'll give most of every penny I win here as prizes for everyone here. If you want to pick up some money, don't rush. Keep following me, and I guarantee you'll get some."

Bai Lin's light and airy words made her casual attitude shine brightly in the eyes of everyone who was full of hope and desire, like a fish in water.

At this point, the atmosphere among the crowd was out of control. The casino, which had been using people's emotions to cover up its cheating mistakes, had completely lost its "correctness" at this moment. Because everyone present wanted Bai Lin to continue gambling. Some people even knelt on their knees, slid forward, and shouted at Bai Lin,

Goddess, we love you!

In this case.

So, what should be done specifically? The casino seemed to have launched a countermeasure immediately. The bartender's face was mixed and his head was confused. He arranged a few people to maintain order, said a few perfunctory words to everyone, and walked towards the back door on the second floor of the tavern. A small and uniquely decorated space decorated with fine objects suddenly appeared in front of him. A one-eyed man with a face full of flesh, twisted his ring and said to the bartender,

"What's wrong? It seems very noisy outside. If you don't come up, I'm going to ask the third brother to go down and ask you."

"Sorry, it's like this, boss..."

The bartender didn't dare to look up in front of the other party, but lowered his head and quickly recounted what had happened. Halfway through his speech, the boss's face darkened. He held his chin and looked at the other party, as if thinking about something.

"Boss, what do you think we should do?"

"What should I do? You've messed up everything, and you're asking me what to do? Use your brain, what the hell? Can't you, an old man, tell at a glance whether she's some easy-to-fool young lady?!"

A roar came from the boss's throat.

Chapter 1085 If You Come Again

If someone isn't present when they learn something's gone wrong, they naturally assume they wouldn't have made the mistake if they were there. The boss's anger is natural; he hired someone not just to lose money but also to lose face.

The bartender understood this very well. He lowered his head and didn't offer any further explanation. Everything had indeed happened too suddenly. He had originally thought he could find Bai Lin's problem at the gambling table and crack down on him. Unfortunately, Bai Lin's actions were too simple, crude, and effective, and he didn't get that opportunity.

But now, all he had to do was to admit his mistake.

"This is all my fault. I've reflected on this over and over again. However, she's still here, so there must be a solution."

"Why don't you think about it quickly?!"

This boss seemed irrational, but in reality, he knew it was time to issue orders and address the issue first. However, he knew he didn't understand the situation, so he chose a more cautious approach.

That is, let someone take the blame.

If the bartender made a wrong decision, he could easily claim the losses and demand compensation for the casino's losses, fill the vacancies, or even reasonably reduce some of the staff's wages. This approach would be much less risky than handling the situation himself. He didn't consider himself particularly capable or able to make the right decisions every time, so he considered it this way.

The bartender, on the other hand, had other plans. After so many years together, he had already figured out his boss's temperament. Soon, he turned his head and spoke quickly,

"I'm not saying anything, Boss, but that girl is just too arrogant. She doesn't even care about this place or you! Logically, we should be doing everything we can to get rid of her. I can't stand it any more, so I came to discuss it with you. Boss, this is a slap in your face!"

Fanning the flames is a perfectly acceptable tactic for a boss who values ​​reputation. Since you want me to take the blame, I have no choice but to resort to some tactics. This is the workplace here: even those on the same boat can tear down the planks and paddle away rather than let others jump ship first.

As a well-known hot-tempered man, the boss took a deep breath and threw the cup in his hand, hitting the face of a young man next to him. Then, he stood up, straightened his somewhat messy suit, and said with a dark face,

"Let's go, I'll go meet her in person."

This was the calm before the storm, a sign that the boss still had some remaining rationality. The bartender walked ahead of the boss. Although he couldn't see his figure, he could clearly feel the angry aura burning at his back.

But whether this barrel of explosives can be ignited or not is uncertain...

"Hey, the rats in the gutter are out. Come on, come on, help me identify this guy. Is he the owner of this casino? Why is the decoration so crude? Did he make so much money through trickery and end up with this kind of wealth?"

Fortunately, Bai Lin seemed to be quite interested in irritating someone who was about to lose his temper. Looking at Bai Lin's expression, the bartender seemed to feel that she was about to irritate him. After all, if you were to say it, Yu Cheng was the one who was using tricks to make money from them, while Bai Lin was the one pretending to be a human with a dog's face.

"I didn't say anything bad to you, but it's really inappropriate to start like that right after we meet!"

The boss still had some composure. He hadn't expected that as soon as he came downstairs, the most conspicuous person in the crowd would directly call him out. Bai Lin tilted his head, seemingly thinking, then smiled lightly and said,

"Because the stench you exude already disgusts me, what's a few bad breaths like that? You shamelessly extort the last penny from your fellow townspeople. Isn't it because of people like you who prey on your fellow countrymen that we can't gamble properly? Isn't it because of this that the House of the Rising Sun is always dominated by Rain City?"

"I……"

The boss was about to scold Bai Lin for his scornful remarks. He said the Sunrise House was rotten to the core, and that even if he gave away his wealth to help others, it would be useless and would only breed more villains. And this was exactly what the perpetrator—the one from Rain City—said. How ironic, how ridiculous. But…

Bai Lin, on the other hand, had already won the hearts of the people. She had already promised wealth and grasped the hearts of these gamblers. They no longer cared about Bai Lin's status; they wanted to have fun and get paid, and such a beautiful thing was finally possible.

Besides, how much pleasure could one get from even knocking down a Rain City person? Compared to this, it would be more satisfying to watch the casino bleed profusely.

Just as he was about to speak, the boss' words got stuck in his throat. He found that none of his rebuttals could be said, even if he was right. Being forced to this point by such a frustrating situation was something he hadn't experienced in a long time.

"Then let me see how capable you are, young lady! Come on! Choose what you want to play!"

Bai Lin's smile widened; this was the very words she'd been waiting for. But the casino employees, who had also been waiting for these words, couldn't help but take a step back. Bai Lin was a monster, someone who could pick someone's eyeballs out as easily as breathing, someone who could see the glint in someone's eyes the moment they entered the casino. How could they have the guts to compete with such a person?

Although, in reality, Bai Lin didn't see everyone's hole cards by the reflection of their eyes. The casino didn't directly mark the hidden suits and rank on the backs of the cards, but rather used certain coded markings. She relied on her extra vision to see everyone's cards and break through the situation. But in the eyes of the casino staff, Bai Lin was a seasoned gambler who could even detect coded signals. The shadow of fear was infinitely magnified in their hearts, making them want to escape instead of fight.

As I just said, gambling, to a large extent, depends not only on intelligence and skills, but also on mental strength. If the mentality has already been lost from the beginning, even if you force them to continue, what are the chances of winning?

In the end, Bai Lin won a large sum of money with an iron fist. She did not seem satisfied, but left the casino amid the cheers of the gamblers, leaving only the boss sitting in the chair in sorrow like a gambler who had lost.

Limbs were severed, eyes and ears were taken out, and employees and money were all lost. If they were forced to stay, more people would be killed, and both people and money would be lost. The crushing feeling of powerlessness made the boss experience incomparable despair.

If he had the chance again, he would never lose, and would never make such a choice, destroying the hard work he had accumulated over decades.

Chapter 1086 What do you ask?

However, gambling itself is precisely like this. The initial spark of desire already determines the tragic outcome. And most people's lives are similar to gambling: the most crucial choices often only leave you with one chance to make them.

The fact is already determined.

After finishing the day's work, Bai Lin tossed a full wine bottle in her hand. It seemed she had adapted quite easily to life here, feeling quite relaxed and at ease. She opened the stable door, then closed it and leaned back naturally.

Bai Lin breathed in the somewhat foul and damp smell of the haystack, put his nose close to it, and asked casually,

"You're planning on sleeping here?"

Bai Lin asked Firas, who was lying on the inside of the stable. The moon was rising, and the other party was obviously not sleepy. He quickly jumped out of the haystack and moved closer to Bai Lin with a playful expression.

"What else can I do? I'm so big, how can I sleep on a bed? I've been sleeping like this for so many years, Miss Elf."

"Oh, you're just used to it. Do you want beer?"

It seemed that Bai Lin was not here to bother about the other party's situation. Firas laughed twice and took the bottle of wine handed over by Bai Lin.

"Go ahead, ask me something."

"Your life belongs to me. Why would I ask you something and give you something sweet? Do you think I would do such unnecessary things? Just enjoy your wine and don't spoil the fun."

As she spoke, Bai Lin also took out a bottle of ice wine that had just come out of the closet. She casually opened the lid and began to drink it. Halfway through the drink, she seemed to remember something, raised her glass, and said to the other party,

"cheers."

Seeing the other party's behavior, Firas couldn't help but be stunned. Then, she also smiled and clinked glasses with the other party, saying,

"cheers!"

Afterward, Bai Lin resumed his drinking, and Firas also took a large gulp. The slight intoxication brought on by the alcohol surged over him. In the House of the Rising Sun, alcohol wasn't something you could easily afford; it was a luxury to satisfy your hunger. Personally, Firas still liked it.

However, there are also many people who don't even have time to eat, and they drink every meal they can. At least, Feralas is a bit like that. She robs fires everywhere and does all kinds of work, but she also lives a life of not having enough food to eat.

Here, if you don't spend your daily money, you don't know what to do with the little money you have left.

"Why are you staring at me?"

When he came back to his senses, Firas realized that he had been staring at Bai Lin in a trance for a long time. Firas shook his head and replied,

"Why, aren't you used to it?"

"Shao Pin, answer whatever I ask you."

"Nothing, it's just that I feel like you're very special."

"special?"

Bai Lin was a little puzzled. Perhaps she was indeed special, standing out from the crowd just from her appearance. Not to mention her attire. In the House of the Rising Sun, being well-dressed was already unique enough.

However, she knew that Firas was not referring to these superficial aspects.