Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System
Chapter 302: A Simple Bet
A Simple Bet
"Alright, I’m not someone who likes to make things difficult for others."
Seeing Black Ghost’s firm attitude, Julian D’Aurelius let out a soft sigh.
There was no frustration on his face, only mild amusement.
The moonlight bathed the quiet courtyard in silver, while the cool night breeze carried away the lingering scent of dust and blood from the earlier battle. The atmosphere had finally settled, yet the tension between the two men remained.
Julian slowly stood up and glanced around the courtyard.
His golden eyes soon landed on several small stones scattered across the ground.
A playful smile appeared on his face.
He bent down, picked up a few small stones from the ground, and clenched them tightly in his hand.
Everyone nearby watched him with puzzled expressions.
Even Amara Ravenswood tilted her head curiously.
What was he planning this time?
Julian looked back at Black Ghost and smiled.
"How about this, you guess the number, if you guess right, I’ll let you go, if you guess wrong, you tell me about Lucas."
Black Ghost was stunned, looking at Julian with some suspicion.
He frowned deeply.
After everything that had happened tonight, he couldn’t understand why Julian would suddenly suggest something so childish.
Was it another trick?
Or was he actually serious?
He carefully studied Julian’s expression but couldn’t find the slightest trace of deception.
Then another thought crossed his mind.
But thinking about how this guy had just let his brother go out of brotherly love.
His expression gradually relaxed.
Perhaps...
This man really did keep his word.
After hesitating for several seconds, he finally made up his mind.
He decided to trust his character once.
"Alright, I’ll bet with you, shake it a few times, and I’ll listen to the sound to determine."
Black Ghost said in a deep voice.
His hearing had been trained through countless battles.
Listening to subtle sounds and judging an opponent’s movements was one of his specialties.
He believed he had a good chance of winning.
Julian nodded casually.
"Alright."
He clasped his hands together and gently shook them several times.
The small stones collided repeatedly inside his hands.
Click.
Click.
Click.
The crisp sounds echoed through the quiet courtyard.
Black Ghost immediately closed his eyes and focused all of his attention on listening.
His breathing slowed.
His ears captured every tiny sound produced by the moving stones.
Even Lina Ashford and Liza Voss couldn’t help watching curiously.
Amara stared at Julian’s hands with bright eyes, wondering whether he would actually keep his promise if Black Ghost guessed correctly.
After several moments...
Julian finally stopped shaking his hands.
Silence returned.
Black Ghost slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze immediately settled on Julian’s left hand.
After replaying the sounds in his mind several times, he answered confidently.
"There are five."
Julian smiled.
Without saying another word, he slowly extended his right hand.
Opening his palm, he calmly replied,
"Wrong guess, none."
"..."
The entire courtyard fell silent.
Even the night breeze seemed to pause.
Black Ghost stared blankly at Julian’s empty right hand.
His face froze completely.
Several seconds passed before he finally understood what had happened.
He felt like a donkey being played with.
His lips twitched violently.
The veins on his forehead bulged.
He looked at Julian with furious eyes and said,
"Don’t push me too far."
The smile on Julian’s face remained unchanged.
Without warning—
Smack!
Julian backhanded another slap across his face.
The loud sound echoed once again throughout the courtyard.
Black Ghost’s head was sent to one side.
His already swollen face became even puffier.
Julian casually withdrew his hand before speaking as though nothing unusual had happened.
"I never said left hand or right hand, you lost, admit it, will you talk?"
Black Ghost’s face turned purple with anger.
His chest rose and fell violently.
He had spent years following Steffan across countless battlefields.
He originally thought that following Steffan in battles all over, he had long surpassed the realm of ordinary people.
His composure...
His patience...
His willpower...
He had always been proud of them.
But compared to this beast, he was still a small fry.
Julian’s shamelessness had completely exceeded his imagination.
Amara quickly lowered her head.
Her shoulders trembled slightly.
She was desperately trying not to laugh.
Inside Julian’s mind, another amused thought quietly surfaced.
[He really believed me.]
Only Amara heard it.
She bit her lip even harder.
She couldn’t decide whether Julian was clever... or unbelievably mischievous.
Seeing Black Ghost being humiliated like this.
Kind-hearted senior Miracle Doctor Ravenswood couldn’t bear it anymore.
Although he despised criminals, he also believed there should be limits.
He stepped forward and advised gently from the side,
"Little Julian, a man can be killed but not humiliated, why not give him a quick death..."
The moment those words fell...
Black Ghost’s expression changed dramatically.
"Screw you, you old bastard."
Black Ghost shouted in exasperation.
Everyone looked at him in surprise.
He glared fiercely at the elderly physician.
More than being humiliated, he didn’t want to be killed.
As long as he was alive, Steffan would definitely come to save him!
As long as he stayed alive...
There was still hope.
If he died, this grudge couldn’t be avenged!
Seeing Julian staring at him, seemingly really considering it.
Cold sweat instantly formed across Black Ghost’s forehead.
His stubbornness finally wavered.
He clenched his fists tightly before speaking through gritted teeth.
He could only say with a face full of humiliation.
"Lucas isn’t dead, he was crippled by Steffan, the Obsidian Wing organization doesn’t need trash."
Julian quietly listened.
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
So...
Lucas was still alive.
That was enough.
Hearing this answer, Julian clicked his tongue twice.
"Your organization is so ruthless and heartless, can you work here with peace of mind? Want to consider switching jobs?"
His tone sounded relaxed, almost as though he were sincerely recruiting someone.
As he spoke, a faint purple light flashed deep within his eyes.
The Dominion Tyrant Eye silently activated.
The invisible spiritual power surged toward Black Ghost’s mind like ripples spreading across still water.
For a brief moment...
Black Ghost’s pupils trembled.
Then everything returned to normal.
But this time, the Dominion Tyrant Eye didn’t succeed, not even affecting Black Ghost.
Julian’s expression remained calm.
Inside, however, he felt slightly disappointed.
After the test failed, Julian felt a bit disappointed inside.
Still...
He quickly understood the reason.
Those who could become Gold Realm experts had experienced countless life-and-death battles.
Their mental strength far surpassed that of ordinary people.
Mental control wasn’t that easy after all.
Black Ghost lying on the ground remained silent, not intending to answer Julian.
He simply closed his eyes.
No matter what Julian asked next...
He wouldn’t speak another word.
Julian looked at him for another moment before giving up.
There was no point forcing the issue.
He had already obtained the information he wanted most.
Julian didn’t say much more to him, ordering someone to take him back to the D’Aurelius Family to be locked up.
Several guards immediately stepped forward.
After carefully restraining Black Ghost, they carried him away.
The courtyard gradually became quiet once more.
Julian looked toward the distant night sky.
As long as Lucas was still alive.
That was a good thing.
Find a chance to catch this guy and finish him off, and wouldn’t there be a reward?