Zu An waved his hands and addressed the crowd. "I’m sure that you all saw how reluctant I was to make a move earlier. But he insisted that I fight him one-on-one, so I had to oblige. Who could have known that this fellow was all talk, and was actually so weak?”

The crowd of gamblers looked at Zu An with conflicted expressions. 

You’re so good with your mouth that no one is a match for you when it comes to arguing.

At first, they couldn’t fathom how this wastrel had managed to win the fancy of the Chu First Miss. No matter how hard they tried, they could find no way in which they were personally inferior to him. They honestly felt that she should have chosen them instead.

However, it was finally dawning on them that there was one thing in which Zu An was clearly superior—the thickness of his skin.

Seeing how incensed the onlookers had become, Zu An considered saying a few more words to agitate them further and squeeze some extra Rage points from them. However, he decided that slow and steady growth was the optimal strategy. There was no point in squeezing these people dry right away.

He addressed Plum Blossom Seven. “I have a feeling that my luck will be good today. Come, let’s begin.”

“Of course! Young master Zu, this way please!” Plum Blossom Seven’s heart blossomed with happiness. 

I feared Brother Thirteen’s interference had messed things up. But this...