Chapter Four: Whose Luck Did You Steal?

The admission ticket Bai Qi offered was a sheet of human parchment that breathed. Lin Zhou declined it again. He locked his 6.3-billion-yuan certificate inside Wallet Zero and produced one Luck Coin. “The admission fee is negotiable. First tell me where this coin gets its luck.” “Winners never ask who lost,” Bai Qi said as a smile split his blank face. “That is why winners are valuable.” The Old Market entrance suddenly contracted. Obsidian's men had cut power to the building, and the lantern street vanished with the lights. Outside, Zhou He left a message: Mr. Pei wanted to see whether Lin could turn luck into a business. By one in the morning, news of the coin had leaked.