Chapter 67 The God of Gamblers Strikes Again (1/2)
Chapter 67: The God of Gamblers Strikes Again
Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
It was the middle of March. Hannah’s birthday had arrived.
The sky was a little dark. Thinking that it might rain, Li Du brought an umbrella with him when he left in the morning.
Spring rain was as precious as oil; especially so Arizona, one of the states with the least rainfall in America.
He brought Ah Meow with him to Hannah’s apartment. Once he entered the door, Ah Meow’s eyes became wide and round like saucers. It licked its lips, twitching its little nose, and went straight to the kitchen.
The house was full of the buttery aroma of baked goods—something only second to seafood in Ah Meow’s book.
Hearing Ah Meow, Hannah, in her apron, knew who had arrived at once. Without even popping her head out, she called from the kitchen, ”Hey, Li, you’re early! Hans is still sleeping.”
Hans’s voice traveled down the stairs. ”I can hear you. I woke up awhile ago!”
The siblings started bickering.
”Happy birthday, Hannah,” Li Du greeted her. ”I wish you happiness, and that every day, and every year, you will be just as happy as today. Big Fox, shut up. Hannah’s the star today. Whatever she says goes.”
”Fine. I’ll listen to you, Li.” Hans padded down the stairs lazily.
Li Du washed his hands and then went to help out in the kitchen. ”Will there be many guests today?” he asked. ”You’re making the cake quite early.”
”Of course!” Hannah smiled. ”I’ll need to welcome the guests, so I won’t have time to do anything else later.”
There were piles of ingredients in the fridge and the pantry. Li Du said, ”I’ll help you. Why don’t you just go and rest after you finish the cake? This is your day. We can’t let you do so much work.”
Hannah didn’t decline his offer. She left after thanking him.
”You won’t change your mind?” Hans asked, leaning on the door. ”Hannah is a really great girl.”
Li Du pared the tomatoes effortlessly. ”I agree with you. Hannah is a great girl,” he said, ”but there’s no spark between us. We are good friends, but we wouldn’t be a good couple.”
Hans opened his mouth to say something, but Hannah’s voice cut him off. ”Big Fox, come over here. Help me put these lights up. Stop lazing around, alright?”
At around ten in the morning, the guests started arriving. The little house began to bustle merrily.
Hannah introduced Hans and Li Du to her guests. Most of those who had already arrived were her friends. She worked at a convenience store; it was quite large, with 14 people staffed in total. All eight of those who had the day off came to the party.
Hannah was obviously quite popular.
Her colleagues lined up like soldiers for review to greet Hans and Li Du. Wearing expressions of awe, they extended their hands in greeting.
Li Du smiled. ”What is this? We’re Hannah’s brothers, not your commanders. Aren’t you guys being a little too formal?”
A young man said, ”Hello, Li. We’ve all heard about you. The whole of Flagstaff is talking about you two. We’ve heard amazing things about your treasure hunting!”
Li Du understood—Hannah had probably been talking about them. Otherwise, these people wouldn’t gape at Hans and himself as if they were their idols.
Hans was very good at handling situations like this. He broke the ice and blended in with everyone very quickly. Very soon, he was heatedly discussing with some of the other guys about which girls from the red light district were good in bed and the details about their nice legs.
Hannah and Hans’s relatives arrived a bit later. Family members such as their paternal aunt, maternal uncle, and many others walked rolled in. Altogether, there were probably twenty-something of them.
Americans placed a lot of weight on family ties. Hans put on a steady, reliable image in front of his elders.