“Retaliation?” Chu Chuyan was stunned. “Are you calling gambling a form of retaliation?”

“Indeed,” Zu An replied matter-of-factly. “With all the influence it wields, it would be an easy feat for the Chu clan to deal with a mere underworld organization, or so I thought. It turns out it was all for show. Since your hands are tied, I can only help myself, then.”

“What do you intend to do?” Chu Chuyan asked.

“I’ll win all of their money, of course!” Zu An said earnestly.

Snow sneered. “In the end, isn’t that still gambling?”

“It’s only called gambling if there’s risk involved. If we win all the time, it’s called ‘withdrawing money’. The old patriarchs of the Chu clan forbade its clan members from gambling to ensure that later generations did not repeat their ancestors’ mistakes. They never anticipated one of their descendants marrying a Gambling God like me, who can win every single bet he makes. If they did, they would surely give their wholehearted approval!”

Chu Chuyan scoffed callously. “There’s no gambler in this world who makes a bet thinking that he would lose his money. Just look at how many people have lost their fortunes from gambling!”

Zu An took out a money pouch from his robe and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t be using the Chu clan’s money. I got this from Plum Blossom Thirteen earlier today....