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Thump!
Even enshrouded in a straw raincoat, Wen Juncai, the "Shadowless Rat," tripped over a small stone and still fell face-first into foul mud.
Upon closer inspection.
This great thief was missing a left ear, his cheek carved with trails of blood, his right arm limp as if the bone had been shattered, with untold wounds hidden from sight.
After tumbling to the ground yet again for no apparent reason, he lay there, despondent, his eyes void of life, tears streaming down his face as he muttered to himself:
"Impossible, this can't be happening! How could my treasure fail me?"
In just two short days, this newly-minted "Gambling Saint"—Wen Juncai—had experienced the most tumultuous period of his life to date.
No, it was more like a series of rises and falls and falls and falls...
