The alchemist recomnded by Witch Audrey to Ronan appeared to be in his forties or fifties.
His body was frail, dressed in a crumpled gentleman’s suit, with sparse hair and aged skin. His lower eyelids drooped to high cheekbones, and his glasses were half-broken, giving him a pitiful appearance.
This Old Jack, who should have been teaching and nurturing minds on a podium, was curled up in the corner by the gambling table, his mouth swollen and still bearing traces of blood.
Undoubtedly, he had just endured a beating from life.
"Old Jack..."
A scar-faced man grinned nacingly, clenching his fist, and said, "You are a regular here, so we should give you so face, but you shouldn’t have broken our Copper Anchor’s rules."
He raised two thick fingers: "Now I give you two choices, either you cut off a hand yourself, or we’ll help you cut it off. Choose."
Old Jack didn’t want to choose either and trembled as he defended himself, "It’s a miscarriage of justice, I really didn’t cheat, I didn’t!"
"Wrong answer."
The scar-faced man shook his head: "Then we’ll help you. Don’t worry, my knife is quick, it won’t hurt much."
With that, he drew out a short curved knife.
The bright blade instantly illuminated Old Jack’s pale face. Instinctively wanting to escape, he was caught by those beside him, pinned firmly onto the gambling table.
"Ah~"
Old Jack let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered: "I was wrong, I’m willing to compensate, don’t cut my hand off!"
The scar-faced man seed unaware, raising the curved knife high in his hand.
He didn’t care in the slightest about how an on-the-spot execution might affect other gamblers around because cheating is a big taboo in casinos; without bloodshed to intimidate, the casino would have no prestige.
So Old Jack’s hand must be severed!
The scar-faced man suddenly swung down the curved knife.
But at that mont, the sharp curved knife stopped just three fingers’ height away from Old Jack’s wrist.
Because soone had grabbed the knife at the critical mont.
The scar-faced man was startled, imdiately turning his head to shout angrily, "Let go!"
Before he could finish speaking, the knife in his hand had already changed owners.
The one who took the knife was Ronan!
Although Ronan also believed that cheating should be severely punished, Old Jack was key to his learning of alchemy, so he had no choice but to intervene to stop the opponent.
The scar-faced man’s expression changed dramatically upon having his weapon snatched away. He retreated two steps, looking at Ronan with eyes that beca fierce and dangerous: "Friend, this isn’t sothing you should be involved in!"
He was very wary of the suddenly appearing Ronan, but not overly fearful.
If you can open a casino in Seles, you must have strong backing, and Copper Anchor Casino is no exception.
Several guards spread out to either side and in a blink encircled Ronan, each of them eyeing him nacingly.
The tense atmosphere was suffocating.
Freed from restraint, Old Jack retracted his hand, lying prone on the ground, not daring to move, his heart filled with more fear.
He didn’t think Ronan was his savior.
"I know."
Ronan smiled and said, "I’m willing to pay a sum of money to buy his hand..."
He pointed to Old Jack crouched on the ground: "What do you think? Na a price."
The scar-faced man furrowed his brow.
This casino enforcer was ready for a fight, yet Ronan was talking business instead.
The scar-faced man rubbed his chin, suddenly asking, "What’s your relationship with Old Jack?"
"No particular relationship."
Ronan answered frankly, "I just arrived in Seles, looking for Old Jack because I have sothing I need him to help with. Na a price?"
The scar-faced man scrutinized Ronan, the corners of his mouth curling slightly: "Alright then, I’ll give you so face."
"For a thousand gold pounds."
A thousand gold pounds!
The sound of sharp intakes of breath ca from the surroundings—what an audacious demand!
Even though the cost of living in Seles was high, in the Old Port District, this amount of money could buy ten lives.
"Alright."
Even more surprising was that Ronan didn’t even try to haggle, directly pulling out a stack of cash checks from his pocket, taking one out, and handing it to the burly man.
The scar-faced man took it suspiciously.
With his extensive experience, he could tell right away it was genuine, the watermark and hidden marks, as well as the amount, had no issues.
This confused even the casino enforcer.
In fact, the surrounding enforcers and gamblers were also dumbfounded, including Old Jack on the ground.
He had never expected soone would be willing to spend such a large sum of money to save him!
"Can you get up?"
Ronan beckoned to Old Jack: "Let’s go."
Old Jack quickly got up from the ground, forcing a fawning smile: "Thank you."
He didn’t know Ronan at all, but that wasn’t the issue. Now Ronan was his benefactor and patron!
"Wait."
Just as Old Jack was about to leave, the scar-faced man who had just received the money unexpectedly extended his hand to stop him.
The casino enforcer grinned at Ronan, exposing a mouthful of yellow, crooked teeth: "You bought his hand for a thousand gold pounds, now you can take it away, but the rest of him stays."
Damn it!
Those around him cursed silently.
No one present was a fool; anyone could see that the scar-faced man had succumbed to greed, wanting to fleece Ronan for more.
This was actually quite normal.
Ronan looked like an outsider and had openly stated he had just arrived in the Old Port District. His speech and behavior indicated no notable background, yet he was carrying so many cash checks.
A fat sheep ripe for slaughter!
Not to fleece such a character, one would regret it in their sleep.
The scar-faced man exchanged a knowing glance with his companions, indicating there was sothing for everyone.
The other casino enforcers’ eyes glistened, so even licked their lips, revealing understanding smiles.
"This is aningless."
As the center of attention, Ronan said calmly, "I’ve already given you honor and dignity, and if you don’t take it, then you’re choosing to be my enemy."
"My enemies only end up kneeling or lying down!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible force suddenly enveloped the scar-faced man and his crew.
These fierce and ruthless casino enforcers were caught off guard and utterly defenseless, instantly kneeling on the cold floor.
Their knees slamd onto the ground heavily, emitting a thudding sound that made one’s heart skip a beat.
Mixed within was a sound of shattering!
The excruciating pain twisted their faces in an instant. They wanted to howl and scream but found they couldn’t open their mouths to speak.
Wizard!
The scar-faced man and the others realized they had likely encountered a legendary male witch.
Sothing even rarer than a witch, a transcendent spellcaster!
The next mont, there was an uproar as the surrounding gamblers involuntarily backed away,
fear etched on every face.
Soon, the entire casino was affected, plunged into brief chaos!
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