Chapter 239: A genuine gambler (2/2)

He probably converted real money into Ranker Points just to gamble.

Most Rankers were prideful individuals. They would rather earn the points through battle in the arena. But the Ranker status wasn't Falmouth's goal in the first place. He became a Ranker for gambling purposes.

Well, in truth, some of the Rankers converted real money also to Ranker Points-- to buy good tier and high tier items from the High-Level Rankers.

Apart from the talk about money conversation, Falmouth was just the type of person who loves gambling.

Seeing that someone took his bait, Falmouth's mouth formed a toothy grin together with his trembling shoulders. He was chuckling silently at this person's bone-headedness.

”Oh, is that so. I don't mind,” Sweet Bun replied.

”What?!” Gamebet was shocked at the reaction of Sweet Bun.

”Hehehe.” Falmouth chuckled sheepishly. ”I will bet 100000 Ranker Points to Mist God's win.”

Falmouth conferred.

Woah!

The crowd immediately broke into loud whispers. Such a bet was truly unordinary.

”Damn, money was raining inside the Citadel.” One of the Rankers inside chimed in upon hearing a large number of points being betted.

”Kufufu…”

Everyone immediately fell silent from the chuckle coming from the person in weird attire.

”Don't be stingy, Mr. Falmouth. I know that you are not as cheap as that. Why don't we bet a million points in the get-go?”

Said, Sweet Bun.

”A-A million?”

WHAT!!!

Everyone almost dropped their mouths on the floor upon hearing the word 'Million!'

Falmouth squinted his eyes. Never would he imagine finding someone so capable inside the Citadel. He wondered who this person was. In any case, this is what a genuine gambler was.

Yman found himself inside the Misty Plain. Not long after he dove in, his enemy also arrived at the field.

Briefly closing his eyes, he tried to sense the area around him. About 200 meters in diameter, he could not perceive a presence.

As expected, the area was so vast.

He proceeded walking as he could not perceive any presence around him. He noticed a swamp not far from his right.

He stared at it for a brief moment, but he noticed nothing out of the ordinary from it.

He then continued walking, calmly readying the Iron Dagger in his hand.

Only his footsteps were discernible in the area.

Suddenly, a grin appeared on the face of Falmouth.

Just right after this, Yman's instinct screamed for danger.