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Taejonbirok Volume 4 Episode 1
Chapter 25 – One Throw of the Sky (1)
The one-armed swordsman quietly looked at Wi Yeon-ho, then turned his head and looked at Kang Cheon-rip.
“That’s not the same thing.”
Kang Cheon-rip was calm.
“What’s the difference?”
“Didn’t you say you’d let me have a proper fight? So you’re telling me to mix it up with a brat like that?”
"bantling?"
Kang Cheon-rip said, pointing to the silver coins piled up in front of Wi Yeon-ho.
“You can’t even afford to spend that much money on someone else in a gold shop? How can you do that?”
Dokbi's gaze turned to the pile of silver coins in front of Wiyeonho. Dokbi's eyebrows twitched as he saw the mountain of silver coins piled higher than a person.
“Are you saying that the author wrote all of that?”
“That’s right. I won ten times in a row in Yin-Yang.”
“Ten consecutive wins?”
Dokbi looked at Wi Yeon-ho with renewed eyes.
'I don't feel it.'
Gamblers are people who live in the world of competition. They can win everything in a single moment, or lose everything in a single moment. Those who live and die by the sharp edge of competition tend to have subtle poisonous qualities that are different from those of ordinary people.
But I didn't feel anything like that from Wi Yeon-ho.
There is no sign of any desperate desire for victory, nor of the desperation that comes with living on the edge of a sword.
“Really?”
“Everyone here saw it.”
“That’s strange.”
Dokbi looked at Wiyeonho quietly and then frowned.
“I don’t think he’s a gambler…….”
“Do gamblers wear ‘gambler’ written on their heads? If you’re good at gambling, you’re a gambler.”
Dokbi kept his mouth tightly shut.
Although Kang Cheon-rip is the owner of Geumhwajang, he is a merchant, not a Taoist. It was difficult to explain the world of Taoism to a merchant.
“Aren’t you a scammer?”
“Is there a way to win ten times in a row in Yin-Yang?”
“Ugh…….”
Dokbi couldn't understand Wei Yanho at all.
Even for him, winning ten times in a row in Yin-Yang was not an easy task. It might have been different in other types of gambling. Yin-Yang was a gambling game where luck was everything.
So I didn't understand even more.
In terms of skill, he should obviously be a master, but should I say that he doesn't have any of the characteristics of a master?
All else aside, looking at those bleary eyes, it didn't seem like the boy would be able to excel in anything, not just gambling.
Gambling is half skill, and the other half is understanding the psychology of the opponent. To Dok-bi, who had spent his entire life analyzing the person sitting across from him at the gambling table, Wi Yeon-ho did not seem to have any talent for gambling.
“This is really strange.”
While Dokbi was thinking, Wi Yeon-ho yawned and opened his mouth.
“……Is it far?”
Kang Cheon-rip waves his hand.
“It will be ready soon, so please wait a little longer.”
“Haam…….”
Wi Yeon-ho looked like he was about to fall asleep.
Kang Cheon-rip, who had been calming down Wei Yeon-ho, softly reprimanded Dok-bi.
“So! Are you saying you can deal with it or not?”
“Are you asking me?”
“Of course…….”
“To me?”
Kang Cheon-rip shut his mouth tightly in exasperation.
Who is the person in front of him now? He is a myth in the gambling world of Hubei Province.
Dokbi, who was born in a gambling house and lived in a gambling house, was a person who had achieved everything he could when it came to gambling. He was a person who had no need to doubt his skills, to the point that even the most famous gamblers in Hubei would give in to him.
It was a huge mistake to ask that person whether he could handle the newcomer who appeared today.
“I was impatient and made a mistake.”
“Umm…….”
Dokbi looked at Kang Cheon-rip intently and let out a low moan.
In any other situation, he would not have tolerated such treatment, but now, he could understand Kang Cheon-rip's feelings.
Who could keep their composure if they saw ten nyangs of gold flying away before their eyes?
Moreover, if all of that happened in half an hour, even Dokbi would not be able to remain unshaken.
No matter how polite and calm you try to be, the gambling table is a place where it doesn't work well. That's why it's called a place where you can see the end of humanity.
Of course, Dokbi, who had lived his entire life in the gambling world, had seen worse things countless times, so he could understand Kang Cheon-rip's feelings.
“I understand.”
“Thank you for understanding. So what’s your answer?”
“There’s no way I would turn down a gamble.”
“I will give you a good example.”
Kang Cheon-rip looked back at Wi Yeon-ho with a proud face. Since Dok-bi had decided to step forward, the match was already over. Dok-bi was considered the best gambler in Luoyang, the center of gambling. There was no way Dok-bi could not handle such a brat.
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“Confucius.”
Wi Yeon-ho was sitting on a chair, dozing off like a sick chicken.
It seems he couldn't stand it anymore and fell asleep.
“Confucius!”
“Hmm.”
Wi Yeon-ho woke up to the sound of someone calling him and looked around with half-closed eyes.
“Are you ready?”
“That’s right!”
“Haaaaaam.”
Wi Yeon-ho stretched out both arms and stretched them out, tapped his mouth, and twisted his neck from side to side.
Crunch, crunch.
'How can such a sound come out of a person's throat?'
If a big guy were to make that noise as a threat, it would be a scary sound, but when a sick chicken-like Wei Yanhui is sitting on a chair and making that sound, even that sound sounds pitiful.
"so……."
Wi Yeon-ho looked around and found Jin So-ah and said.
“Hey, you punk! Go get me a bucket of cold water!”
“Yes, yes.”
Jin So-ah spoke in a polite voice with a trembling face. Then she ran at a brisk pace, scooped up some water, and offered it to Wi Yeon-ho.
“Hmm.”
Wi Yeon-ho drank a sip of water, his face distorted, and he held the bowl out to Jin So-ah again.
“Bring me something cold! Something cold!”
“Ugh!”
Jin So-ah vowed that she would strangle that neck as soon as she got out of there, and she picked up the ladle again and went to get water.
Wi Yeon-ho, who had been tormenting Jin So-ah to the fullest, looked at Dok-bi with a sly smile.
“Is the old man your opponent?”
“Yes.”
“Your face looks really fierce.”
Dokbi chuckled.
I don't know if he understood the situation or not, but I liked his guts. Gambling in front of so many people would be something that most people would be too scared to even think about.
But the fact that he spoke so boldly meant that the boy was bolder than Dokbi had thought when he first saw him.
'Did I get the wrong person?'
It was a little strange, but it didn't matter. Even if the boy in front of me had been honing his gambling skills since he was in his mother's womb, it wouldn't have been half as long as Dokbi had been gambling.
“But why doesn’t the old man have an arm?”
Dokbi's eyebrows furrowed.
“……I lost it all gambling.”
“Oh, like that.”
Wi Yeon-ho shook his head.
“So it seems like gambling is a shortcut to ruin. Is that okay?”
“It’s okay.”
Dokbi answered as if it was no big deal.
“The guy who took my arm gave me his head in return, so it wasn’t a bad deal.”
"omg."
Wi Yeon-ho shivered.
“Are you willing to risk your life gambling?”
“It’s a common occurrence.”
“I don’t know what gambling is all about, risking your life.”
“As the price increases, there comes a time when human life becomes insignificant. Do you think your life is worth ten gold pieces?”
“Umm…….”
Wi Yeon-ho scratched the ball and answered.
“I think it will go further than that.”
“Do you really think so?”
“I know it might be hard to believe, but.”
Wi Yeon-ho laughed bashfully.
There would be no one who would buy Wei Yanhu for ten nyang of gold. However, there were already people who bet a whopping hundred nyang of gold to find Wei Yanhu.
'I suddenly miss you.'
Wei Yanho felt his heart flutter as he thought of his family in a completely unrelated conversation.
What are you doing now?
The letter must have arrived in Guangdong by now. Everyone must be happy to know that their second son is alive.
Hyung would probably be running wild, saying he would catch him and beat him up, and Su-ryeon might be whining. Mom, of course, would be so happy she wouldn't know what to do.
'What do you know, Father?'
Even if they met again, Wi Jeong-han would not be able to hold out for more than a few days and would surely nag Wi Yeon-ho.
It's obvious even without looking!
So, if possible, it would be better to meet late… … .
'I miss you.'
Wi Yeon-ho's eyes became hazy.
But they were the people who fed the lazy boy every day, took care of him, and patted him, calling him their child…
Before meeting the devil, he had not realized the value of family, but the five years he spent in the cave made Wei Yanhu realize the value of family.
'I'll have to try to be less lazy when I get home this time.'
I don't have any wild dreams about living like an ordinary person, but I do think that I should at least live a little more diligently.
“Then, would you like it?”
“What are you mumbling to yourself!”
Jin So-ah had already brought water and was handing it to Wi Yeon-ho. Wi Yeon-ho looked at Jin So-ah with a blank expression.
“Okay, just…….”
“It’s cold water!”
Jin So-ah interrupted Wi Yeon-ho's words and offered him some cool water.
Wi Yeon-ho drank the cold water without saying a word.
“Wow!”
As the cool water seeps into my body, all thoughts about family and everything else fly away.
"so……."
widely!
Wi Yeon-ho, who had placed a bowl of cold water on the table, spoke while looking at Kang Cheon-rip and Dok-bi.
“What should I do?”
Kang Cheon-rip took a step back. From now on, it was Dok-bi's territory.
“That’s not for me to decide. Shouldn’t you decide it?”
Dokbi opened his mouth with confidence.
“Any gamble is fine. Just pick a game.”
“Ohhhh.”
Those who were watching were all amazed by Dokbi's curiosity.
There are only one or two types of gambling in the world. Dozens and hundreds of types of gambling are still taking place. But, you are asking your opponent to decide on the type of gambling.
He seemed confident that he had mastered whatever gamble was thrown at him.
“Me?”
“Yes.”
Wi Yeon-ho tilted his head.
Wi Yeon-ho, who had been scratching his chin as if pondering something, finally opened his mouth after a long time.
“But I don’t know any gambling?”
“You don’t know anything about gambling?”
“Yes. This is my first time here too…….”
Dokbi's eyes trembled as if an earthquake had occurred.
Is this your first time at the casino?
So, you're saying that you first came to the casino to gamble, won ten times in a row on Yin-Yang, and then sat across from him?
'Is it a Taoist temple?'
There's no way something like that could happen without the god of gambling descending.
“Don’t lie! Do you think I’ll let my guard down just because you said that?”
“Why would I lie? If you don’t want to believe it, then don’t believe it.”
Dokbi looked at Wi Yeonho's expression with a trembling face.
'I don't think it's a lie… … .'
Dokbi was starting to feel a little anxious.