After being fired from the diamond squid, I became a sea patrol ranger.

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The security guards scratched their heads and looked around.

"That's not right, I definitely heard something just now... How come no one was there with such a strong explosion?"

"That's what a security guard said."

"Don't let your guard down! This time, the invaders are said to be serious criminals capable of destroying planets. Be careful!"

"Scatter! Search everywhere!"

Security personnel surged forth like the tide, searching every corner of the building for any trace of Rosper.

However, Spa himself did not move at all.

He hid in the corner, his body wrapped in a thin film that reflected the surrounding light. If you looked closely, you could still make out his outline.

So, you could say you... got away with it.

Next…

It means finding a deserted place, breaking down the building, and rushing out.

Spa licked his lips, his eyes darting around, and soon found a gap in the security guards' patrol area and slipped through.

Snap! Snap snap...

Spah strode across the corridor, running quickly, the metal walls flying backward like a train.

The white light shone down, illuminating the wall beside me, reflecting a cold, lifeless glow.

Only the sound of security guards' footsteps could be heard from time to time.

But gradually, the footsteps faded, the air fell silent, and only Spah remained as he walked across the narrow corridor.

Thud! Thud! Thud...

Spa slowed down, but then he heard jazz music playing in his ears.

As the trumpet played in succession, Spah felt a slight tremor in his heart, and surprisingly, he could smell birdsong and the fragrance of flowers in this metallic space.

He shifted his gaze toward the source of the music, only to see a cherry-colored wooden door standing before him.

Behind the door, a warm yellow light flickered faintly, mixed with a hint of wine, seeping through the crack in the door and wafting towards Spa's nose.

Spare turned his head and, finding no other place to go, reached out and pushed open the wooden door.

Wow!

White light shone down.

Spah saw a bright red carpet spread out, turning into a path.

A luxurious chandelier hangs from the ceiling, and jazz music drifts softly through the chandelier's ornaments.

However, Spah's attention was not on these mundane things.

He saw Sand Gold leaning against the wall, raising his wine glass, swaying slightly, and bowing slightly to him:

"Want to play a couple of rounds, my old friend?"

Chapter 123 Playing Dice? This Isn't a Game of Luck

Spa squinted, observing the man in the peacock outfit before him.

Despite having been colleagues for many years, Spah still couldn't see through Sand Gold. He always felt that there was a hidden scheme beneath Sand Gold's smiling eyes.

"Honestly, we just enjoyed a great show with the robin yesterday. And today, you're going to give us some new entertainment again."

Sand Gold raised his glass, the rose-red liquid inside rippling slightly, releasing its aroma that wafted into Spa's nostrils.

Spall, unwilling to lose face, strode toward the bar.

He crossed his arms, leaned against the edge of the bar, and shifted his gaze to the gold dust.

"So, did you wait here specifically for me?"

"If I said I was just lucky, would you believe me?"

Sand Gold shrugged, picked up his glass, and lightly touched the rim with his lips. The drink slid down his throat, and with a sidelong glance, he said:

“I originally planned to ambush you at the airport, but I didn’t expect to receive an alarm when I passed the data building. So I wondered what kind of escape route you would choose if you were caught.”

As he spoke, Sand Gold flicked his head with his index finger.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this."

Sand Gold stretched, grabbed his wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

He strode over to the bar, pulled out a glass, and gulped it down with wine.

"Let's share a drink, just like before."

Sand Gold walked up behind Spa, patted him on the shoulder, and handed him a glass of wine.

Spa turned his head to look at the liquid rippling in the glass, then lowered his head slightly to gaze into Sand Gold's eyes.

Sand Gold squinted and smiled.

Cannot see through

I don't understand either.

Spare thought to himself, shook his head, but his mind involuntarily recalled that he had once drunk here as well.

Back then, he leaned against the bar, and Sand Gold stood behind the bar. The two of them gazed at each other in the same posture as they do today.

Sunlight streamed through the window, falling onto the wine glass in front of me, touching the rose-colored liquid and refracting a golden light like fish scales.

Today, the sunlight outside the window is still dazzling, but unfortunately, the window is covered by a deep red curtain, and only the chandelier overhead casts its light.

Let's treat this as a farewell dinner.

Spah shook his head and took the glass.

“After you finish this drink, let’s call it quits. Don’t come looking for me unless it’s something important,” Spah said coldly.

"Looks like it really was my text message that tricked you into coming here."

Sand Gold laughed heartily, his laughter ringing out.

He refilled the glass with red wine, picked up the bottom, swirled it gently, and gestured to Spa. Then, he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

Spah shrugged, then grabbed the glass, sipped the remaining liquid, squinted his eyes, and drank it all in one gulp.

Clang!

Two wine glasses landed on the bar at the same time.

Let's get started.

Spah stretched and said in a low voice.

"Yeah! The show's about to begin. It's been such a long, long time since I played a couple of rounds with you."

Sand Gold touched his hands together, interlaced his index fingers, stretched out his arms, and gave a vicious yawn.

He reached out his right hand, grabbed behind the bar, took out two black porcelain cups, and placed them upside down on the wooden table next to him.

"I'll gamble a couple of times, and if you win, I'll let you go."

Sand Gold's lips curled up, his arm slipped inside his clothes, then quickly stretched out, palm down.

Snap! Snap! Snap...

With a series of crisp sounds, the six dice fell from the palm of the hand, hit the table, and bounced several times before coming to a stop.

Why should I gamble with you? There's nothing for me to do.

Spall glanced at the dice, then turned his head to look at Sand Gold, observing the changes in the other's expression from above.

However, all he saw was the other person's high-flirting smile.

This guy, Sand Gold... although he likes to play, he's also quite the gambler.

However, he never gets up early without a reason.

What is the purpose of doing this?

Spa pursed his lips.

"You can choose not to play and instead fight. However, out of respect for my friend, I will also give it my all."

Sand Gold shrugged, took out the yellow foundation stone, shook it gently, leaned closer to Spa, and put the foundation stone back in his pocket.

Spa didn't speak, but looked into the sand-gold blue-purple pupils.

fight?

I'm not afraid, it'll just damage the gold!

Moreover, this place is not as well-defended as the central hub above; taking down the ten members of the Stone Heart would inevitably cause a major commotion.

It's better to keep a low profile.

Spah grabbed a cup and put it over the dice.

"Okay! Let's compare sizes! How many rounds shall we play?"

Spall said decisively.

Sand Gold extends his palm, making a gesture resembling the number five.

"..."

Spah didn't waste any words. He grabbed the black cup, randomly grabbed three dice, sucked them into the air, and made them rattle and shake.

He swayed back and forth, squinting as he observed the gold dust's movements.

Sand Gold smiled faintly, and shook his cup as well. The dice, hidden inside the cup, spun and made a strange clanging sound.

After shaking for ten seconds, the two of them simultaneously put down the black cup and opened the lid.

Spa's score: [6, 5, 3, sum to 14].

The number of gold particles is: [5, 4, 4, summing to 13].

Spa wins.

"You're having good luck, buddy!"

Sand Gold smiled faintly and shook the dice again.

Spare didn't want to stay any longer, so he picked up the dice, shook them again, and with a clatter, the dice fell out of the cup.

Diligulu

The dice spun and gradually came to a stop.

The gold dust also lifted the cup.

Spa's score: [1, 6, 4, sum to 11].

The number of gold particles is: [3, 5, 2, summing to 10].

Spa won again.

"Unfortunately, it was just a little short again... It seems my luck isn't on my side today."

Sand Gold sighed, but the corners of his lips still curled up, and his eyes narrowed into thin lines.

He picked up the dice, put them in the cup, and swirled the black teacup, while placing his palm to his lips and yawning.

Spall stared at the gold dust, but instead of shaking the dice again, he narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself:

This guy, Sand Gold... he seems nonchalant, and he's even lost two rounds, but he's definitely not that simple; he has a backup plan.

Besides, there's something strange about these dice.

Spa pursed his lips, saw the gold dust stop shaking, snapped his fingers, and lifted the black tea cup.

The next second, he saw a miraculous scene.

The dice were laid out in a row, but all of them had the number "five" written on them.

The total is [15].

"Oh! What a coincidence! Looks like I'm having good luck with gambling."

Sand Gold snapped his fingers again, bowed slightly, and extended his palm toward Spa like a gentleman.