One Piece: The World King Who Emerged from the White Town

This means the water here is very deep!

The owners of casinos either have a formidable background or possess the power or influence to withstand any disruption.

Only in this way can people like Doflamingo be made to honestly enjoy the benefits.

So before coming, Abel took the initiative to find Doflamingo and inquire about him.

You won’t know the result until you ask, and you’ll be shocked when you do.

The real mastermind behind this gambling city is none other than one of the most recognized kings of the underworld, the king of loan sharks—Du Feld!

Many people overlook one thing: besides being extremely wealthy, how did the king of loan sharks amass his fortune?

Is there a better place for loan sharks than a casino?!

So, besides being the king of loan sharks, Dufeld also controlled countless casinos and gambling cities!

Wherever casinos and gambling cities open, loan sharking businesses follow suit.

They use the money they win from gamblers to lend to them, then win it all again and lend it out again...

By employing a two-pronged approach and repeating the cycle continuously, the internal loop is directly completed!

That's how they accumulated such enormous wealth.

Doflamingo's power is still not fully developed, so of course he won't have a direct confrontation with that king of loan sharks.

But Abel...

He doesn't care at all!

After clarifying the relationships involved, he still brought Baby-5 with him, which is enough to prove that he had no intention of giving up.

His only concern was whether the apparent owner of this casino truly possessed a human soul deeply mired in greed!

If not, wouldn't it be another wasted trip?

"If only we could kill that king of loan sharks, his soul would definitely meet the requirements."

Abel went inside with a hint of anticipation.

Chapter 160 makes perfect sense!

"That guy Buffalo must really like it here."

Abel didn't reveal his status as a manager right away, even though that would have allowed him to meet the boss immediately.

But that makes it harder to make a move.

He wandered aimlessly like an ordinary tourist, curious about everything he saw.

Then he noticed a place that was surrounded by people, and it looked quite lively.

"Uncle, what's going on inside? Why are there so many people?"

"Go away, go away, what are you calling me, uncle! I'm only 21 years old this year, in the prime of my youth."

Abel glanced at the other man's receding hairline, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "So, what's your profession?"

"I am a writer!"

Mediterranean said with a proud look on his face.

That makes perfect sense!

"No wonder... I'm sorry to bother you."

Abel suddenly realized what was happening and quickly apologized, saying he couldn't afford to offend them.

Then he asked someone else, and this time he didn't encounter the Mediterranean expert again. The other person was also very helpful in answering his questions.

"It seems like a pro player came in to cause trouble. He bet on 11 big bets in a row, and then won 11 big bets in a row!"

"This is really weird, they've even replaced two of the dealers."

"But guess what? It didn't work!"

"Look! It's the 12th round, wow! It's still a big win!"

"Those who followed the trend and bought these stocks are making a fortune."

Abel quickly understood the gist of the situation, and then asked curiously, "Since the other side is so good, why didn't you place a bet?"

How do you know I didn't buy it?

"You bought it?"

"I bought it."

"How much did you buy?"

"All my wealth!"

"Then you made a fortune too, didn't you?"

"I'm so tired of losing..."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because I bet on a smaller size last time."

"..."

The two of them suddenly fell silent.

Abel was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say.

The other person just kept giving a bitter smile, wishing they could slap themselves a few times.

"May I ask what you think?"

"I was thinking, they've already had 10 big bets in a row, it's about time for a small one. You have no idea, in that situation, how could I dare to bet on it..."

Fine, you're poor, so you're right!

This kind of person is so clever that even if the God of Wealth comes to their house, they will be driven out. They deserve to be poor for life!

After watching the spectacle, Abel prepared to leave.

But just as he turned around, he caught a glimpse of the expert through a gap in the crowd.

She has short black hair, wears a light purple kimono, and has her eyes closed, suggesting she may be blind.

What's most striking is the "X"-shaped scar on the left side of his forehead, which extends down to below his eyes.

"All these features combined... it can't really be that much of a coincidence, can it?"

Abel abruptly stopped in his tracks, intending to find a more open area to assess the situation.

"Sir, please place your bet."

The newly appointed dealer appeared very calm, but in reality, he was terribly flustered and didn't even notice that his voice was trembling as he spoke.

"Still 10,000 Berries, bet big."

As the smallest denomination chip fell to the right, the people around went crazy, piling all their chips onto the right side.

Upon seeing this, the croupier's forehead was covered in sweat.

Despite the blind expert winning 12 big hands in a row, the casino actually didn't lose much.

Because the opponent only bets 10,000 chips each time, winning or losing doesn't matter at all.

The problem is that after the opponent won several rounds in a row, more and more people gathered around to watch, and the number of people betting and the amount of chips also increased dramatically.

As a result, the casino's losses began to rise sharply.

"We have to stop their winning streak, or I might end up being thrown into the sea to feed the fish tonight. That's the only way."

Seeing the dealer's serious expression and his reluctance to open the croupier, the people around him began to jeer.

"Drive! Drive faster!"

"Exactly, what are we waiting for?"

"Is it because you're afraid of losing and can't handle the risk?"

"Open! Open! Open!"

Amidst the frenzied shouts, the dealer finally lifted the dice cup, revealing the dice inside.

"Three fives, the house wins all."

Upon hearing this, the blind expert frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed.

After all, this wasn't the first time he'd encountered such a situation.

Of ten casinos, eleven have cheating methods, they just don't use them often.

At this moment, the people around had already gone wild!

"Ah? How could this happen!"

"My money! All my money is gone!"

"Give me my money back, I'm done playing, give me my money back."

"I knew it, how could it possibly keep going indefinitely?"

"Did you two conspire together? Did you...?"

Even a small area inside the casino is filled with all sorts of human experiences.

The more those people fawned over and respected the blind master before, the more disgusted and hateful they are now!

Because in their view, they lost all their money because they 'listened to' this guy.

As for those previous winning streaks, they selectively forgot about them all.

Amidst this storm, the blind master sat calmly in his chair, oblivious to the slander and insults around him, unmoved by honor or disgrace.

Soon, all the troublemakers were taken away and driven out.

At this moment, someone came up to the croupier and whispered a few words in his ear.