NOVEL Sorry, But I Never Rely On Luck When Playing Cards Chapter 521 - 188: Boss N_2
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Chapter 521: Chapter 188: Boss N_2

"They’re giving the toasts."

Unsurprised as he was somewhat familiar with this, Secretary Brown explained with a smile, "It’s a tradition of Hall Two."

"At important occasions, some formal words need to be said in reverse."

"Boss N is saying, let’s drink this round."

After hearing his explanation, everyone was relieved.

"I see."

Ree Shil thought this tradition was quite peculiar and bore some resemblance to the style of the Blue-Skin Origin.

I wonder if they’d be happy if he stood up and flipped them off right now.

When he saw everyone picking up their cups, Ree Shil didn’t want to stand out.

He picked up his cup and saw a carbonated drink that looked like cola, with small, transparent bubbles rising inside.

He took a sniff and found it smelled sweet, just like cola.

"Esteemed guests, I will drink first as a tribute to you."

A muscular Mechanical Tribe Coach, opened his metallic skull-top and poured the beverage directly into it.

That’s right, he didn’t have a mouth and could only consume food through this method.

Later, the other coaches from Hall Two followed suit and finished their drinks.

Seeing that the two humanoids had emptied their glasses, Ree Shil thought there should be no problem and took a big sip.

This stuff probably didn’t contain alcohol, considering they were going to play cards soon.

As for the taste, it was really similar to cola.

It was just... there was an inescapable gasoline flavor entwined with his tongue moss.

"How do you like our BangBang City specialty gasoline-flavored cola?"

"To my knowledge, it really contains gasoline." frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Upon hearing Boss N’s words, he unexpectedly discovered it was indeed cola mixed with gasoline.

"Urgh!"

A Showcase Club coach with a sensitive constitution covered his mouth upon hearing these words.

The taste of gasoline in his mouth was indeed unbearable.

"Don’t worry, feel free to drink."

Seeing their reactions, Boss N waved generously, "I have prepared a stomach washing machine specially for you, so feel free to enjoy food and drinks tonight."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Ree Shil, for the first time, questioned Hall Two’s attitude.

This behavior didn’t seem like a welcoming gesture.

Was making guests use a stomach washing machine really proper hospitality?

The other Showcase Club coaches had similar thoughts.

Just after their mental complaints, he saw one of the Hall Two coaches with small horns on his head stand up.

"Curator, excuse me for a moment."

That man went straight to the stomach washing machine and lay down.

Attentive staff skillfully inserted the washing machine tube into the coach’s mouth.

Ree Shil: "..."

Everyone else: "..."xN

Alright, even their own people were like this.

It seemed that this was indeed their way of treating guests.

Guess every cultural group has its own distinctive characteristics?

"I’m good! Come on, let’s drink again!"

The coach who had washed his stomach immediately returned to the table, seeming to have made a full-blooded resurrection.

"Coach, I feel a bit sick too."

The Blue-Skin coach leaned over and asked, "Shall we wash our stomachs too?"

"What’s the rush?"

Blue Skin just gave him a glance, enduring the discomfort in his esophagus, "Finish eating first, then wash the stomach all at once to save more time."

"You’re making so much sense."

The coach hurriedly raised his middle finger.

"..., if you’re feeling this unwell, why not just stop eating?"

Ree Shil could hardly bear listening to their conversation.

"Gentlemen, please put down your tableware!"

At this moment, Boss N called out loudly.

Ree Shil didn’t immediately react, as the other party was speaking sarcastically.

But this time, he wised up and didn’t move right away.

Instead, he looked at Blue Skin, who picked up a piece of plump fried squid ring with chopsticks and placed it in his mouth.

Crunch!

"Ouch!"

Just one second later, he saw white particles, which looked like a corner of a tooth, pop out of Blue Skin’s mouth.

He then spat the fried squid ring onto the table with an unhappy expression on his face.

"What a guy."

Only then did Ree Shil see it wasn’t a fried squid ring at all.

It was a nut wrapped in a layer of fried batter!

"What’s the rush?"

Seeing Blue Skin’s comical look, Secretary Brown gave a disdainful look and picked up a fried nut to demonstrate, "This thing, it’s not for you to eat like that."

With that, he sucked a few times with his mouth, and then spat it out.

Clang.

A completely clean nut fell out.

"When you’re here, you need to eat slowly and mainly by sucking."

"Don’t ask me how I know."

His newly made porcelain teeth seemed to shine as he spoke.

"It seems the teeth of the Human Tribe from the Balance District aren’t very strong."

The small-horned coach looked at Blue Skin and smiled innocently.

Then, he picked up a fried nut and ate it.

For a moment, there was a crunchy sound from his mouth.

It appeared this small-horned coach had iron teeth and copper jaws.

Seeing this, Blue Skin wasn’t willing to concede Showcase Club’s and Balance District’s momentum, so he picked up another fried nut.

"Enough, what are you competing for?"

Ree Shil stopped him and tried to dissuade him, "This guy is clearly not a normal human."

"Curator, excuse me for a moment."

As soon as the words were spoken, the small-horned coach who had just swallowed the nut stood up and walked towards the stomach washing machine.

"What a guy, it turns out he’s just not normal in the head."

Ree Shil couldn’t help but mockingly speak up.

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