Barak casually picked up a few chips and threw them to Valen beside him. "Please exchange all my chips for bank notes for me. I'm going to celebrate and tell my friends about this. They will surely be interested in this." Valen picked up the chips thrown over, his lips pale. He looked at Zahavi and muttered in his heart. "Mr. Zahavi, you have to make a decision quickly." Zahavi raised his head, his lips purple and his eyes bloodshot with anger. "Wait, Barak. I don't think this gambling game is over yet." Barak looked at the angry gambler in confusion and casually grabbed a chip and shook it. "Mr. Zahavi, I understand how you feel at the moment. I've also experienced the taste of losing before. It's not a pleasant feeling. But I think you need to take a good rest now and clear your head. I've won all your wealth. You don't have any chips to continue this gambling game with me." "No, I still have." Zahavi stood up and roared angrily out of his mind. "Bring all the asset certificates of the casinos and brothels, right now." Valen wanted to say something, but Zahavi was as terrifying as a devil. "Hurry up, damn useless thing. Didn't you hear what I said? All the asset certificates." Barak began to sincerely admire the silent young man from the bottom of his heart. Everything was exactly as Donning had guessed. A crazy gambler would never admit defeat unless he had nothing left. He saw his former self in Zahavi now, disgusting and not worthy of sympathy. All the asset certificates of the brothels and casinos were placed on the table. Zahavi made a terrifying low - pitched sound in his throat, staring at Barak with devil - like eyes. "Barak, look, this gambling game is not over yet. These asset certificates are worth as much as your wealth." Barak had to act without arousing suspicion. "I'm sorry, Mr. Zahavi. I'm not interested in these assets. If you want to continue, you have to come up with something more interesting to me." In order to keep the gambling game going, Zahavi didn't mind making threats. "Barak, if you want to leave here alive, you have to accept this gambling game." Donning stood up at the right time, feigning a frightened expression. "I think I should leave. This place is not for me." "Stop. No one is allowed to leave before the gambling game is over. You have to witness this gambling game and my victory, and spread the word about how I became the ultimate winner." Zahavi didn't want the news of him threatening the gamblers to spread. As long as he won the gambling game, people would talk about the victory or defeat of the game, and the threat would be a negligible episode and be forgotten. He didn't know that the young man had already thought of this. What he did just now was deliberately to get a reasonable excuse to stay. Donning had to stay here, continue to cast spells to make the magic stone ineffective and let Barak win this gambling game. Barak was a little helpless. "Well, I have one condition. Otherwise, I will never accept this gambling game." His condition was to have the gambling game take place in public to prevent Zahavi from going back on his word. What a reasonable request. After all, Zahavi was the owner of the casino. If he went back on his word, only a neutral young man was obviously not enough to prove it. "Of course. I will prove to everyone that this gambling game is fair. I voluntarily accept your request to continue this gambling game, not because of threats." Barak proposed. If Zahavi were asked to bet his head and his wife at this moment, the crazy gambler would not refuse either, because he was so eager to win back everything he had lost. "As you wish." Zahavi responded with red - eyed. The gambling game was moved to the hall. All the gamblers were lucky to become witnesses of this gambling game. There were piles of chips and all the asset certificates of the brothels and casinos in Brot. The rule of this gambling game was one - round - decides - all. The biggest gambling game in Brot City was about to begin. "Incredible, a duel of tens of millions of Caesars." Those gamblers were already crazy looking at the chips on the table. Taylor Swift had no interest in this gambling game. Standing in front of the bar with her hands on her hips. "Someone becomes a winner and laughs crazily, while someone becomes a loser and kneels on the ground crying. The outcome on the gambling table will never change. I just hope it won't make too much of a mess here." The gambling game began. Valen's hands trembled as he dealt the cards to both sides. Then he wisely stepped aside. Those gamblers craned their necks to watch everything on the gambling table. No one could cheat under the watchful eyes of everyone, making this gambling game seem more fair. But magic could. Donning stared at Zahavi's hand touching the magic stone on the cane. A slightly stronger light glowed from his palm, blocking the light of the magic stone. No one noticed. Their attention was all on those cards. "No one can defeat magic. Moreover, no one would think that this gambling game was mixed with magic. Barak, you are doomed to lose. This time I won't miss." Zahavi thought as he opened his cards. The cards he wanted didn't appear. His pupils contracted. When the last card was opened, he almost collapsed. Barak turned over his cards. Without a doubt, he won. Now he believed that magic could change the result of the gambling game and that it didn't attract the attention of the Holy See. Everything Donning had guessed was correct. Under the nose of the Holy See, Zahavi didn't have such powerful ability to make the Holy See turn a blind eye. Only Alkmaar, that big shot, was really secretly in control of these dirty industries in Brot. Expelling Zahavi Alkmaar from the Alkmaar family was just a play. Zahavi lost. He knelt on the ground in pain, his hands frantically grabbing his hair and muttering. "This is impossible. I won't lose. Damn magic, you deceived me." He suddenly grabbed the cane and threw it on the ground. The magic stone shattered into pieces and scattered everywhere. Barak pretended to be shocked. "Mr. Zahavi, did you just say magic?" Everyone present heard it. Using magic to gamble, once it spread, even Alkmaar himself couldn't bear it. The Holy See would not sit idly by. After receiving certain benefits, they could allow you to secretly use magic to do some things. But if you messed up, in order to avoid a public trust crisis in the Holy See, they would not hesitate to sacrifice anyone who used magic. Valen felt that this matter had gotten a bit out of control. He hurriedly helped Zahavi up and explained to the gamblers around. "Mr. Zahavi must be unable to bear the blow and said some crazy things. I'm sorry." He ordered the bodyguards and servants to take Zahavi away to prevent a bigger disaster from happening. From a penniless beggar to the owner of all the casinos and brothels in Brot City, as well as having tens of millions of huge cash wealth, Barak knew who was responsible for all this. This young man made him feel an inestimable power. Donning looked at Barak, who was regarded as a god by the gamblers. He didn't mind letting Barak enjoy this wonderful moment for the time being. After all, he had been repressed for too long. As the real winner, he chose to have a drink to celebrate. "Miss Taylor, you have to get familiar with your new employer in advance. And by the way, bring me a Margarita." Donning stood in front of the bar, snapped his fingers to remind the waitress, with a gentleman - like smile. "Cheers to the winner." Taylor Swift served a Margarita. She was very puzzled. "It's so strange. As far as I know, you are also a loser. Shouldn't a loser kneel on the ground and cry? But it seems that you are a winner at the moment." "What the eyes see may not be true. Appearances can be deceiving." Donning finished his drink and left. The first step of the plan was completed. A crack was torn in the Alkmaar family. Although this crack was not enough to cause serious damage to Alkmaar himself, it was enough to draw his attention. Barak became a celebrity in Brot City. He had an unprecedented reputation. Stories about Barak's feat were spreading everywhere. His formerly deserted house became lively. Every day, many people would come to visit, but Barak rejected them all one by one. He had to take time to make up for his mistakes to his wife and daughter. No one could separate them. "Barak, don't expect us to forgive you. The crimes you have committed are not worthy of forgiveness. But just to be on the safe side, we can maintain peace for the time being. The bedroom and the kitchen belong to us, and the living room belongs to you. Every morning, you will have half an hour to have breakfast in the dining room. At other times, we have to keep our distance." Britney thought of that young man. She had to ensure her daughter's safety, so she had to do as the young man said. Secondly, she could see that Barak did have a strong will to make up for his past mistakes. But she didn't plan to forgive this man. For the time being, it seemed that she and her daughter still had to live here. The nightmare was over. They didn't have to go back to the brothel. For the time being, they had to have a place to stay. Mother and daughter with no money could only do this. This was already a great gift for Barak. Being able to live in peace with his wife and daughter, even if he had to endure some grievances for the time being, it didn't matter. Everything was getting better, giving him hope. The scars needed time to heal. The crimes he had committed were originally unforgivable. He could only do his best to give them the best. So he got Donning's permission and bought countless jewels and beautiful clothes. Britney wanted to refuse, but her young daughter couldn't resist when she saw these things. It was a woman's nature to like all beautiful things. Once she saw those noble ladies dressed like angels, she thought she would never have such a chance. But now the chance was right in front of her. Hannah hugged those beautiful clothes and jewelry boxes. "Mom, he owes us this. Then we don't need to refuse." Britney couldn't resist her daughter's pleading and finally accepted the part for her daughter and also symbolically kept a dress for herself. However, Zahavi's days were not easy. He had lost all his wealth and even the casinos and brothels originally belonging to Alkmaar himself to that former beggar.