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"Let's go, we need to catch up." In the forest, Ye Mingshang and Li Mengyu got up and followed.
With their skills, even if they couldn't hide their presence, Cheng Yi wouldn't notice them.
Having practiced the Natural Way, he was already like this, not to mention that Shorty was just an ordinary person.
Before long, Shorty led Cheng Yi to a Clothing Store that was still open.
The Boss of the Clothing Store was about to greet the customers when he saw a homeless person and wanted to kick him out.
"I don't have any change."
Shorty showed a disdainful expression. "What are you talking about? I'm here to make a purchase."
"You..." The Boss looked skeptical.
"Stop wasting time, find me a fitting outfit."
The Boss looked Shorty up and down.
"To be honest, it's not easy to find you something that fits. Luckily for you, I just received a batch of Children's Clothing, which should have something suitable for you."
"Huh?! Children's Clothing? Do you think I, a grown man, would wear Children's Clothing?"
Ten minutes later.
In front of the full-length mirror, Shorty, dressed in a blue children's suit, was admiring himself with a smug expression.
"Well, I'm quite satisfied."
"It feels comfortable to wear, and the fabric is nice. But still, it's because I'm so handsome; only someone with my looks can pull off an adult suit like this."
Uh... that's a children's suit.
"Boss, I'll take it. How much?" Shorty didn't notice Boss's speechless expression and waved his hand.
"One thousand eight."
"What? That's so expensive!" Shorty exclaimed, almost wanting to take the suit off.
Boss quickly pressed down on his shoulder to prevent him from removing it and advised, "You can negotiate. When I say one thousand eight, it doesn't mean it has to be one thousand eight."
"For example, if I say one thousand eight, you could ask if one thousand five is okay. If I say one thousand five isn't okay and the lowest is one thousand seven, then you could ask if one thousand is fine."
"I'd say no, the lowest is one thousand three, and then you could suggest five hundred. Isn't bargaining just how shopping works?"
Shorty nodded, somewhat understanding.
Although he didn't fully grasp it, he felt that following this advice was the right thing to do.
"Oh, is one thousand five not okay?"
"Sure, cash or card?"
"Damn! You're not playing by the rules!"
Boss immediately wore a disdainful expression: "You don't mean to say you're out of money."
Shorty suddenly got a bit angry: "What the hell! Do you think I’m broke? Look at this!" With that, he slammed the money box onto the ground.
Boss opened the box, and his expression wasn't very pleasant.
The box was filled with small bills—tens, twenties, and even fives and ones, along with some coins.
"Why is it all small change?"
"What? Isn't small change still money? Giving you small change saves you a trip to the bank to exchange for coins."
"Alright, fine. We’ll need it anyway."
"Count how much there is. The leftover money from buying clothes, exchange it for larger bills."
Holding a five hundred dollar bill in his hand, Shorty felt a bit pained.
Damn it, I only have two thousand dollars in total; buying one outfit cost me fifteen hundred. What a loss!
"Forget it; I’ll win a lot of money soon anyway. By then, I can get as many outfits as I want." With a determined heart, Shorty reassured himself.
"Cheng Yi, let's go."
After tucking the money away, Shorty called out and led the way.
Half an hour later, the two arrived at the door of a residence.
It was a single-story house with a yard, looking like an ordinary family home, completely lacking any signs of a casino.
"Is this really a casino?" Cheng Yi asked. Even though he wasn't very knowledgeable about such places, he felt it didn't seem like a gambling den.
"Country bumpkin, this is called camouflage," Shorty scoffed, curling his lip.
Knock knock knock, he banged on the door.
Before long, the door creaked open, revealing a middle-aged woman in her forties.
"Who are you looking for?"
Shorty grinned and said, "Looking for some fun."
The lewd expression made Grandma Zhong shiver in disgust.
Although she knew they were here to gamble and that "looking for fun" was their code, it still felt off. Other visitors seemed fine, but there was something particularly sleazy about Shorty.
"Come in," the middle-aged woman said, her tone not very friendly as she stepped aside.
After the two entered, the door creaked shut behind them.
"We're going in too," outside, Ye Mingshang said to Li Mengyu.
Then the two floated up effortlessly and entered the courtyard.
On the surface, it looked like an ordinary residential house.
However, once you passed through the main room, there was a large wardrobe in the bedroom. If you opened the wardrobe, you would see...
A naked Neighbor Wang?
Don't be ridiculous; it's a secret passage.
Entering the secret passage, they walked down for a while, about five or six meters straight down.
"Wow! So this is where the casino is!"
Stepping out of the passage, they found themselves in a rather lavishly decorated casino.
From the looks of it, it covered over a thousand square meters and had a complete range of gambling equipment.
There were Texas Hold'em tables, Mahjong tiles, and dice. In addition to these competitive games, there were also automatic gaming machines, regular slot machines, dart games, and high-low betting options.
Without looking at anything else, Shorty directly exchanged five hundred dollars for five one-hundred-dollar tokens.
"How is it? Did you see clearly? Just use this dart and hit the bullseye in the center of the target."
"Okay, I'll give it a try."
Taking the dart that Shorty handed over, Cheng Yi weighed it in his hand, then aimed at the target's center and threw it with force.
Smack!
The dart hit the wooden board on the side and fell to the ground.
Zero points.
"Damn! Are you serious? Can you be this bad?" Shorty exclaimed in surprise.
He knew that Cheng Yi was usually quite accurate with throwing things and thought that throwing a dart would be easy, but he didn't expect him to miss the target completely, not even hitting the wooden board.
"It's okay, it's normal to be like this on your first try. Just go again," Shorty said, trying to comfort Cheng Yi while also reassuring himself.
Without saying anything, Cheng Yi prepared for his next throw.
Aiming, he threw again.
Smack!
This time, the dart hit the target, but it still didn't stick.
"It's okay, let's try again," Shorty said, his mouth twitching slightly.
He aimed and threw.
Smack!
This time it hit the seven-ring position, but it still didn't stick.
Shorty was already feeling disheartened. He regretted bringing Chengyi along. With skills like this, he was better off on his own. Although he couldn't make money either, at least he could get the darts to stick to the wall...
Picking up the fourth dart, Chengyi didn't throw it immediately but instead stared at it, deep in thought.
"This feels strange when I throw it, as if the wind might mess it up."
"This leaf..."
Thinking this, Chengyi tossed the dart straight up into the air, watching it go straight up and then come down backwards because the head was a bit heavier.
"Is this thing stabilizing it? If that's the case..."
(To be continued.)
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