At the gambling table.
Du Wei sat opposite something that looked exactly like Howard Victor.
Dead silence.
So oppressive it was stifling.
After announcing the identity-guessing game, both parties seemed to sink into deep thought, neither speaking.
Behind him, Alex held a black umbrella, her beautiful features slightly pale and tense.
She didn't understand why Du Wei insisted on continuing the game. No matter how you looked at it, such a thing was terrifying to the extreme.
And if the black umbrella could protect her and Du Wei's safety, why not just leave straight away?
She didn't know about the stakes, so it was hard for her to understand Du Wei's purpose.
However, this experience had heightened her sense of crisis.
Recalling how concerned Du Wei had been about the antiques at Berson Auction House, she wondered if she should pay more attention to similar items.
...
At this time, Du Wei at the gambling table was pondering an issue concerning the Evil Spirit.
