Chapter 830 - Purple City (2/2)

The result of every calculator he made was enough to make him shudder.

During the first ray of purple, he calculated a thirty percent chance of Abuli winning. Although thirty percent was not much, it was still a blow to his confidence. That was merely the beginning.

The second time, when the palace was bathed in purple light, he predicted a fifty percent chance.

The third time, when purple smoke spread across the streets, he calculated a seventy percent chance of Abuli winning.

Now that the purple light was getting brighter, Bo Yi did not dare calculate anymore.

What should he do?

Bo Yi looked at the mountain of goods on his table. Thank goodness he only decided on a five-fold reward. If he had said tenfold or hundredfold, he might as well be dead!

Fivefold was already a lot. As he counted the pile of goods and the compensation… this can’t do!

He gulped secretly, then woke the person next to him from his trance and said a few words in a lowered voice.

The person’s face changed but quickly recovered, showing the same sneaky expression. He took a few steps back, then mouthed a few quick words to someone on the other side, then retreated back again.

The staff members who received the command started to take action. With just a few glances, they had started to work together. Some blocked the crowd’s view of the table, others made loud comments and speculations on the situation to divert attention while others secretly moved the goods off the table.

Bo Yi looked at the stuff that the tribesmen first put down like pouches of gemstones. They hadn’t counted what was on the table, had they? He wanted to take this chance to move some of it inside. If he really had to pay them back, at least he could cut some cost. He wanted to take everything and run but if he did that, that meant giving up on the entire betting house because he would never be able to stay in King City.

Just as he was thinking about cheating the tribesmen, Bo Yi heard a yell, “Someone’s stealing from the betting table!”

Bo Yi almost spat blood. Which idiot was it?!

He turned in the direction of the yell but there was only a crowd so he could not identify the source. This also reminded the entire crowd, who was busy staring at the palace.

“Stealing?!”

“Who?! Kill them!” The betters all had their eyes on the table.

“It’s one of the staff members! I saw it!” came a voice.

Under the murderous glares, Bo Yi had to shout shamelessly, “Nonsense, do not tarnish my reputation!”

Just as the betters were about to fight the betting house’s staff members, a few figures swooped past in a flash, every figure running in different directions. Some swiped the goods on the table while others covered them.

“The house is stealing our stuff again!” yelled a shrill voice.

“I want my things back!”

“Me too!”

Bo Yi was so angry he was about to cough up blood. That was not one of his people! Someone was causing trouble!

Whoosh—

As if a door had been opened, everyone who had private thoughts about stealing, both the betters and spectators, started to rush forward. Might as well take the opportunity of the chaos to steal some? They’ll just take some and run.

Abuli and the other tribesmen’s things had ignited a lot of greed in the room.

The staff members guarding the table were overwhelmed by the manic crowd. In the past, this should be enough but there were too many people around due to the commotion at the palace. They could not guard the table at all! And these people were deliberately breaking the circle of guards too.

“We can’t hold them off, Sir!”

A green vein bulge on Bo Yi’s forehead as he took a deep breath, about to say something when a tiger’s roar sounded from within the crowd.

Roar—

Stripes emerged on the skin of a Water Tiger warrior. His mouth expanded three times its size as he roared, visible sound waves rippling across the air.

Crocodile-scale patterns appeared on Drumming tribe’s Qing Yi, changing his placid demeanour into one of a cold predator, a deep gurgling sounding from his throat.

Yu and the rest from Pu tribes, with their colourful eyelids, released soft frog-like croaks that might not be obvious in the crowd. However, based on the wooden thorns between their fingers, anyone could tell that they were poised for attack.

“Kill everyone who took our goods!”

When Abuli saw that his giant crystal had gone missing, he leapt in anger, his giant feet drumming on the ground.

The people who were not familiar with the Zhi tribe thought they were stomping their feet in anger. The rest knew the reason for their large feet.

A few short and fat tribesmen had their faces stuck to the ground. Other people thought they were trying to dig holes and were about to comment when the few tribesmen leapt and shouted to their mates, “Someone’s stealing our stuff at the betting house!”

The entire group rushed to the betting house in a flurry.

The crowd around them erupted in discussion, for they heard what the short tribesmen said. The pronunciations were not accurate but they could understand the meaning.

“The betting house?”

“There’s only one in King City.”

The few people looked at each other curiously.

“Let’s check it out!”