Chapter 375
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Intent on leaving, she stepped toward the door—only to be blocked suddenly by Robin. “Hold on a second!” The urgency in his tone was unmistakable.
She fixed him with a steady gaze. “Do you need something else?”
Robin hesitated, a strange feeling nagging at him. Something about this challenger’s poise stirred a faint memory. Before he could fully grasp it, the image of Christina flashed in his mind. Heat rose to his face. The memory of losing to a woman in a fight was humiliating.
Composing himself, Robin studied the figure before him, trying to understand why Christina’s image surfaced when he looked at this challenger. The mask revealed little except sharp eyes and the subtle movement of an Adam’s apple—a clear sign this was a man. The voice, youthful and deep, left no doubt. This was no woman. Yet those eyes… they bore an uncanny resemblance to Christina’s, while everything else felt unfamiliar.
Robin considered that some women might have prominent Adam’s apples, but he knew well Christina wasn’t one of them. It had to be the eyes that sparked such strong familiarity.
He nearly scoffed at himself. The idea that Christina and this man could be the same person was absurd. If he voiced such a thought aloud, he’d be mocked endlessly.
Shaking off the thought, Robin asked, “Have you ever met Epic?” His words tumbled out, full of anticipation. All other concerns faded—right now, all he wanted was to learn anything about Epic. Dreaming of the day he could challenge and defeat Epic—claiming the highest glory in the gambling world—consumed him.
“Yes, I have. Why?” Christina replied with a nod.
Robin didn’t hesitate for a second before asking, “What’s your connection to Epic?”
Burning with curiosity, Robin noted the challenger’s voice and youthful skin, guessing they were about the same age. This raised one big question—how had this challenger ever met Epic? Even the most powerful figures in Lorbridge had never claimed to have seen Epic. So how could this obviously young challenger have crossed paths with him? Maybe there was an unusual link between them.
“There’s no connection between Epic and me,” Christina said, her voice flat and devoid of emotion.
Robin pressed on, “Then how did you meet Epic?”
Christina studied Robin for a moment, a sly grin hidden beneath her mask. It was amusing to see how his demeanor changed when Epic’s name was mentioned. The entitled trust fund kid vanished, replaced by someone almost unrecognizable—earnest, even humble.
“How else? Through gambling, of course,” Christina replied casually.
“Gambling?” Robin furrowed his brow. “Are you saying being skilled like you actually opens the door to meeting Epic?”
She had planned to deny it but paused as an idea flickered through her mind. Instead, she simply nodded. “That’s right.”
Watching him carefully, she saw a spark of curiosity in his eyes. Excitement surged, and Robin’s words tumbled out fast. “I’ll pay you another three hundred million—just introduce me to Epic. I want to face him in a match!”
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